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About me
Hello! I’m Sage Wolfe - a therapeutic coach, compassionate guide, passionate teacher, but first and foremost, a heart-centered fellow human, navigating the ups and downs of life alongside you, and meeting you right where you are on this mysterious journey.
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If you are familiar with the Enneagram and MBTI, I am respectively a 1w9 and an INFJ, so this may give you a sense of my natural inclination. That being said, even though these tools are helpful for self-discovery and growth, this is exactly what they are: tools. You and I are much bigger than any label, theory or diagnosis we may try to fit ourselves under, and this is exactly where our work starts. We get to explore the vastness of who we are and how much of ourselves we can stretch beyond our history, our circumstances, our beliefs, and our fears.
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For as long as I can remember, I’ve been on a quest for authenticity and integrity. As a deep thinker, a truth seeker, and a lifelong student, I’m a fervent explorer of both the inner and outer world. My journey has been fascinating and fulfilling, as much as confusing and painful. It has brought me to places of both elation and despair. Not in vain, this relentless seeking has led to a solid foundation of genuineness, compassion and purpose. I am deeply nourished as well as regularly challenged by circumstances and people on my journey, continuously growing my capacity for life. In my spare time, I’m also a visual artist, a creative writer, an intuitive dancer, a world traveler, and a nature addict.
If you are interested in knowing why I continue to feel so called to do this work, please read on.
My story
One self, four transformations
The body, a truth keeper
I was merely an adolescent when my body started conversing with me in its own language: symptoms. Little did I know at that point that chronic health conditions were going to become steadfast companions on my journey. Feeling unwell became normal, even expected. After extensive investigations, I was told by medical authorities that nothing could be done. This feeling of hopelessness set me on fire, and I went on with my life with a renewed fervor. I worked hard and lived fully, overriding the flare-ups the best I could. Until that particular day, when I found
myself at the hospital, amnesiac, being told that I had had a cycling accident. It was the perfect storm for my body to go completely berserk. If I had somewhat managed to bypass my body’s communication attempts for a long time already, now it was
screaming at me with all its might. There’s a tremendous amount of grief that comes with having your life interrupted without a resolve in sight, and this pain turned into a real powerhouse. I became voraciously determined, with or without medical help, to find a way back to my body’s innate state: healthy. What I learned became the solid foundation of a more genuine connection with my physical self. I became aware that my body had simply been speaking its truth all along; telling me over and over the truth of my story in its own language, until I could be attuned enough to hear it. The body never lies.
The heart, a reliable compass
As I started experiencing these physical symptoms in my youthful body, not surprisingly in hindsight, my heart joined the conversation with its own dialect: emotions. I went from being an invisible, composed child, to oscillating between depression and anger, even rage, which I kept all bundled up inside. Having no support to make sense of these difficult states, I wrestled with them in any way I could, some more detrimental than others. Fast forward to the day of the cycling accident, in addition to the physical wreck it caused, this was the perfect catalyst
for a total emotional breakdown. If I had been proficient at numbing, dissociating, and repressing emo-tions over the years, thanks to the concussion, feelings were now freely flowing with neither my permission nor control. Like a dam suddenly
bursting under the force of too much pressure, feelings would not comply with being contained any longer. The emotional flood, enhanced by the physical havoc of the bike accident, pointed toward the insight that healing my body would also require that I heal my heart. I embarked on a deep healing journey, slowly realizing that my heart, this reliable compass, had been aiming at true north the whole time, knowing transformation was through, not around, the pain. The heart points right at it.
The mind, a potent superpower
Back to the beginning once more, as my body and heart opened a loud discussion, so did my mind with its own tongue: thoughts. In the form of anxiety, worry, and analysis, thoughts suddenly flooded my mind totally unrestrained; an attempt to explain the inexplicable. The increasing nervous tension I was experiencing as a result became this very familiar and incessant static background. Despite the mental agitation, my mind felt like a safe refuge, a shelter from what felt too big to be grappled with. In the face of the physical and emotional challenges exacerbated
by the cycling accident, my nervous system simply quit working altogether, triggering my mind even further. At this point, my body, heart, and mind became a very incoherent dance trio, too weary and overburdened to behave in any
functional manner. There’s no doubt that retreating into my mind had helped me cope with reality, but I had yet to take advantage of its ultimate purpose, its superpower, which is much quieter, but tremendously more potent. Deeply hungry for knowledge, I dove in, firmly decided to rewire my autonomic nervous system and to tame my mind. This wild intelligence, once harnessed, holds incredible healing force. The mind has at worse the ability to keep us asleep, and at best the potential to bring to light our true nature.
The soul, an unwavering beacon
As all these voices openly expressed themselves in my young self, unsurprisingly my soul did show up as well. If my body, heart, and mind had to literally immobilize me in my tracks to get all the attention they deserved, my soul only needed to lightly whisper for me to tune in. The quest to meaning and purpose, even amidst daily suffering, has always acted as an unwavering beacon for me. The crisis following the cycling accident caused tremendous inner turmoil. It felt like I had been taken away from my soul path and was being held captive by my own
body. As a result, all of my physical, emotional, mental, and financial resources became fully dedicated to overcoming what I perceived as a temporary inter-ference with my life and dreams; until I came to terms with reality.
I grieved what had been (not without resistance) to make room for what was rising from the ashes. There was a yearning to make this count, to lean into acceptance, to let this experience influence and inform my path. If most of the perceived signification and aspiration of my life had collapsed with this ordeal, then this experience had to become the way through which I would weave a life of meaning and purpose. Even though I was struggling, my essence was very much untouched, and it yearned to shine and be of service. There’s no way I would have wished to have gone through this kind of suffering for so long, but I would be lying if I didn’t acknowledge that this trial has led me back to myself and to where I am today. Everything I had learned on this transformative recovery pointed the way to my next step; supporting others on their own healing journey. The soul blossoms even amidst suffering if we let it.