Running Eagle Falls.
Named after a Native American woman in the Blackfoot tribe, Running Eagle. She was the first woman in the Pikuni to have gone on a 4 day fast. The four days represented to suffer, to dream, to pray and to find her medicine. She became a fierce warrior and leader in her tribe. On her last battle on the Continental Divide, she was killed by the Flathead Tribe. The Pikuni carried her body to the top of the falls and buried her under a tree on the mountain which overlooked the falls. Still to this day, Running Eagle Falls is known as the most sacred and respected site to the Pikuni. Here, I can feel her energy, I gain her wisdom, her bravery and think of her story and the inspiration she was and always will be. I think of the inspiration I am and always will be.
Someone asked me recently, “If you could only keep one memory, which would it be” I chose the day of my 5th Degree Black Belt test. 🥋An incredibly important day for me that I knew would only come once in a life time. I had one shot to give it my all- and I had been training hard for months to ensure that I would deliver a peak performance. Two minutes in, I just short of rip my hamstring right off of my body (at least that’s what it felt like). The only pain that rivaled that in my leg, was the shot I took to my ego. This was my day, and the universe had just taken away what I thought was my only strength: my physical ability. I remember running off the mat, crying to my mom that I had hurt myself. Another Master Instructor rehabbed me for a few minutes, and I remember when I limped back onto the mat the entire room erupted into an ear splitting roar. I get teary eyed as I remember it. 🥋Speaking of tears- they fell throughout my entire test. I was in so much pain physically, and I was so sad I had “ruined” my test. I finished everything I needed to. I was challenged to spar (and if everyone remembers I took the cheeky route and Daniel-Sanned my way out of it). My instructor told me not to break my cement- and I didn’t listen and crushed both of my cement breaks anyway. 🥋I thought I had lost so much that day, but in retrospect I lose track of all the things I gained. The ability to dig down deep and carry yourself through to the end when your strengths are suddenly stripped from you. A story of personal experience to inspire others in order to help them overcome injury and challenge. “Failure” is an integral part of growing, learning, leading, and inspiring. It is not your choices when you are strong that define you, but rather the choices you make when you feel down and out. Will you stand Will you triumph It was such a powerful and magical day for me, and I wouldn’t ever travel back in time to change it. That pain shaped me into the warrior that I am... Which memory would you keep
"People on the fringes aren't really on the fringes - they are on the frontiers. The trees, the leaves and the flowers don't grow from the center, they grow from the edges...the things that we see from the edges of our visions, the things that we see from the very edges of our hearts - that are outside the purview of most people - that's where development, innovation, creativity, invention come from."
-Clarissa Pinkola Estes