Nomadess began as a name that floated into my thoughts one day in 2011 while feeling very lost in life. I held it lightly, not quite sure what I wanted to do with it. It stayed with me during a time in my life when I was experiencing and understanding new dreams, asking new questions, and exploring the sound of my own voice. I was raised as the daughter of a pastor in an evangelical Christian church from a long line of relatives and grandparents that were either missionaries or pastors. From this upbringing I learned to be a good girl, follow the rules, and work to please others. Much of my life I spent pushing the limits but never truly questioning what I was taught.
It wasn’t until I was 30 years old facing a failing marriage, living as a foreigner in South Africa, and questioning the god I was taught to believe in that I began to find myself. I faced up to many of my fears that year and chose to find support along the journey through two different women’s retreats, a monthly women’s dream group, and a few international trips I took solo. During this time I also decided to start a blog called Nomadess. At first I told no one I knew about it and used it as a place to test my new voice and ask questions I had never permitted myself to ask. After a year of writing about myself, mostly my anger and questions, I quit blogging. The blog had served it’s purpose and I started to find a new voice and place of peace within.
My husband and I moved from South Africa to Boulder, Colorado in 2012 and a new life began for us in the form of new jobs, new found spiritual paths, a healthy and peaceful marriage, and a new baby. The journey into motherhood has brought up a heap of history, emotions and big changes for me, and I realized I needed to start writing again.
I took part in an incredible class that guided us along Jung’s Hero’s Journey in the form of memoir writing. Storytelling has a way of bringing healing for the writer and the reader, and I realized I have a story I want to share and a story that is unfolding right now that needs to be brought to life. This is me at my most vulnerable. This is me owning my story. My history and head training teaches me to hide the gross parts – don’t own the hurt but to bury it. But as David Whyte said:
Articulate the nature of your exile and you are on your way home.
I know other women have stories and I want to bring the idea of Becoming Nomadess to them as a tool to share their story in whatever form it needs to be shared. So here we are ladies, and I will go first. But I know you are out there, I know there are women that feel called to write what they are afraid of, how motherhood isn’t all tea parties and heavenly scents, how marriage is f’ing hard, and how we as woman have more intuition and capacity to hold emotion then men and sometimes we just need to be seen and heard. Here is a space to share, to own our stories, to be seen, to be heard, to be vulnerable with where we are and where we have come from for the mere purposes of releasing our story so that we can carry on our journey.
I have written about my version of a Nomadess. Read on and share in the comments how you identify as a Nomadess and join the movement of being and becoming powerful women sharing our lives.
With love and hope along the journey,