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After my epiphany with Pilates <strong>and</strong> in answering the very real need <strong>to</strong> continue my own<br />
transformative mind-body journey, I delved headlong in<strong>to</strong> the world of the ancient Eastern subtle<br />
healing arts. I traveled metaphorically thous<strong>and</strong>s of miles, from China <strong>to</strong> India <strong>to</strong> Tibet, meeting with<br />
masters <strong>and</strong> studying with adepts (scholarly sages who transmitted many of the ancient practices<br />
contained in this book) who had dedicated their lives <strong>to</strong> uncovering the secret <strong>to</strong> living a life of peace<br />
<strong>and</strong> abundance. Through these ancient practices, I learned how <strong>to</strong> navigate life, turn my pain in<strong>to</strong><br />
beauty, <strong>and</strong> embrace a path <strong>to</strong> healing <strong>and</strong> being “awake”—<strong>to</strong> loving myself <strong>and</strong> finding my true<br />
power.<br />
Just when I had myself convinced that I had turned every s<strong>to</strong>ne <strong>and</strong> cleared all the dark passageways<br />
of my psyche that prevented me from being all I could be, life tested me with another kind of trial. In<br />
January of 2014, after ending a relationship, I found myself suddenly single in a new city on the other<br />
coast. And just as I was starting <strong>to</strong> lick my wounds, my mother’s cancer came back. Everything in my<br />
life seemed <strong>to</strong> explode <strong>and</strong> disappear all at once. This was a new kind of pain, not turned inward the<br />
way it had been with my depression, but like a maniacal driver, dragging me along on an open road<br />
for sport with my feet chained <strong>to</strong> the back of the car. When I lost my beloved mother that July, the pain<br />
was so intense that I found myself crumpled in<strong>to</strong> the fetal position, sobbing <strong>and</strong> railing at the sky, not<br />
once, but many times.<br />
I felt utterly helpless <strong>and</strong> alone, brought literally <strong>to</strong> my knees, <strong>and</strong> I wasn’t sure that I could rise<br />
again. It was here, in my darkest hours, humbled beyond anything I’d ever known, that I circled back<br />
through my own his<strong>to</strong>ry, integrating <strong>and</strong> falling in love again with the very same practices in this book<br />
that you <strong>to</strong>o will soon experience. I tapped back in<strong>to</strong> my essential aliveness, my life force. Every day,<br />
no matter how I felt, I dedicated myself <strong>to</strong> connecting with myself, <strong>to</strong> loving myself—<strong>to</strong> manifesting<br />
balance, strength, <strong>and</strong> radiance. I rose again. I thrived, both physically <strong>and</strong> emotionally, in ways that I<br />
wouldn’t have thought possible. I reclaimed myself. And each element that now comprises <strong>Waking</strong><br />
<strong>Energy</strong> reminded me how.<br />
The writing of this book, which I began just as everything in my life fell apart, was divinely<br />
timed. When I first conceived it, it was wholly intended for you, but along the way it became my<br />
salvation once again. It not only became my journal, but a kind of memoir, my Zen koan, my daily<br />
ritual, my compass. Each time I sat down <strong>to</strong> write, I knew I was weaving the strongest fabric yet—a<br />
collection of teachings <strong>and</strong> wisdom that helped me <strong>to</strong> trust in my own strength again, <strong>to</strong> believe that I<br />
was held, supported, <strong>and</strong> nurtured, cradled in my own love for myself with the universe behind me.<br />
The hummingbirds <strong>and</strong> ravens who l<strong>and</strong>ed in the fountain outside my window every day became my<br />
companions, bearing me up on their wings. The messages of the ancients whispered on the wind,<br />
calling my soul <strong>to</strong> climb higher, <strong>to</strong> have faith, <strong>to</strong> hope.<br />
The work <strong>and</strong> way of being contained on these pages not only res<strong>to</strong>red me <strong>to</strong> myself, but helped<br />
me <strong>to</strong> give birth <strong>to</strong> a more authentic, brighter, self-loving, confident me, not once, but over <strong>and</strong> over<br />
again, every single day. And I lived every word I wrote in real time—my heartache, despair, anxiety,<br />
fear, loneliness—all answered by the magic of the practices, each day something different, another<br />
challenge, a new mountain <strong>to</strong> climb, <strong>and</strong> each time a new discovery that led me back <strong>to</strong> myself, my