Magic Person Love: Sarah Bamford Seidelmann

I LOVE Sarah Bamford Seidelmann.

She wrote a freakishly awesome book named, Born to FREAK.

A VERY REFRESHING READ!

What struck me the most is how raw and honest Sarah writes, it’s not your pretty self help pink unicorn book.

You see, many a times when you go into any form of therapy or self help thingies, the first thing most people tries to do is make you go corporate, aka rehabilitating the freak.

To fit in you need to be prim and proper.

Pretty.

Suit up.

No room for mistakes or allowing authenticity.

 “You got to STAND IN LINE!”

YUCK!

This book however embraces the quirks and queers of Freaks from many different connections: ADD, high sensitivity, Autism, Addicts, Bohemians, Queers, Black Sheeps, and Change Agents…etc.

How cool is that?

Sarah’s writing style is deeply conversational, you can almost hear her voice reading to you through the pages. She shares her story of how embracing her own freakishness has helped move her life forward to the life that resonates with her, demonstrating to the community around her the Epic-ness of embracing her freakishness.

Laced at the end of every chapter are thought expanding freak-dojo questions that challenge you to surf towards your True’s Heart’s Desire. Without glossing change with pink paint, we are empowered at every step of the way to hang 10, by walking to the front of our life’s surfboards and merges with the wave. As you know surfing like life is not always pretty.

In Alice’s words (The Magic Elephant in the book)

“Sink in your bewilderment for 3-5 minutes. Then go right back to being kick-ass.”

There will be challenges, there will be black mambas that cause to shrink in fear, but if you let it, it will guide you to peaceful knowing and the feeling of being utterly supported by the universe.

That’s just a snippet of what you can see in this book.

I truly highly madly deeply funkily recommend this book.

Quoting a question from Sarah:

“What’s the first thing you’d do if you had a boat load of true power?”

Me?

I’d craft a teddy bear, sounds a lil cray for a boy to craft? Good, the world needs our mad fuckery.