Who Is Dawn Aegle?
My name is Dawn Aegle and I have been where you likely are today. My goal is to demonstrate that, as bad as you may feel right now, a new dawn is possible.
Dawn Aegle is a pseudonym, so there is a two-part answer to the question of who I am. First, I would like to tell you why I chose this name because Dawn is the person I want you to be thinking of forever after, once you leave this page. Then I will tell you a little about myself.
A New Dawn
One of the reasons for using a pseudonym is that each of us is Dawn. Pathology is so much the same in our former partners that any one of you could be writing as Dawn and the rest of us would identify with her. This site could probably be written by any of you.
One of my most important goals with Survive, Transform, Soar! is to help others see that each day brings a new dawn that is filled with possibility. I remember that excruciating post-breakup time when I prayed to god to take my life because I couldn’t picture a future I wanted to live. I want to bring my testimony, my example, my mentorship to show you that there is hope. You are at the dawning of a new kind of life. You now have the opportunity to create what you want. This, you will one day realize, is the gift in what you have been through.
It is a process of meeting a new Dawn (a new you as well as a new day), recognizing that we are navigating a process of transformation, one that paradoxically comes about when we remember who we really are.
What about Aegle?
I have taken Aegle as my last (or family) name, although it is usually a given (first) name for several figures in Greek mythology. Derived from the ancient Greek “Αἴγλη,” Aegle was a demi-goddess of curing or healing. There was also a nymph Aegle whose name meant brightness or splendor (as with the dawn). Other meanings are of light, radiance and glory. Aegle personified the glowing health of the human body.
Although I don’t know how the Greeks pronounced Aegle, I have chosen to pronounce it like eagle… because Dawn Aegle soars when she finally finds herself again. The eagle also figures prominently in the mythology of nearly every Native American tribe, in which eagles are considered medicine birds with impressive magical powers.
Among the Pueblo tribes, eagles are described as one of the six directional guardians, associated with the upward direction, spirituality and balance. The Zunis carve stone eagle fetishes for protection, ascribing to them both healing and hunting powers. The golden eagle is associated with warriors and courage in battle. In some Northwest Coast tribes, the floor used to be dusted with eagle down at ceremonies as a symbol of peace and hospitality. Because eagles are considered such a powerful medicine animal, eating eagle meat was forbidden in many tribes; in some legends, a person who eats eagle meat is transformed into a monster. Sound familiar? 😉
Who then, is the writer behind the muse?
I was an emotionally abused woman. There, I said it. It’s hard to think of myself that way. It’s hard to believe I ever allowed myself to tolerate those conditions. I was an intelligent, successful, confident, attractive woman with a supportive family before I entered that relationship. As I said to my therapist after leaving my family home for the last time, “If this could happen to me, it could happen to anyone. I will never again be able to judge a woman who has lived with abuse.”
I am a young, active and ‘beautiful’ grandmother. I travel a lot, just because I want to. I always said about myself that I ‘didn’t have an artistic bone in my body,’ but I was drawn to do finger painting in oil at the age of 60 and discovered that art doesn’t have to be ‘good’ to be a wonderfully effective healing medium that grounds me in the present moment and makes the rest of the world go away for a spell.
I had a pretty good 25-year marriage. I didn’t date much for about four years after that and then I had a very fun time the year I turned 50, making some very good friends and learning a bit more about myself. Ah, it was the perfect set-up for the tall, attractive, charming man that came into my life at the end of that year and ‘the decade from hell’ that followed.
I know I don’t need to say any more about that right now because you likely know very well what comes next or you would probably not be on this site. Eventually, I will tell my story, but for now, this site and the Survive, Transform, Soar! inbox magazine are my way of giving back to the people and organizations that helped me survive. I am glad you are here. I hope that sharing my experiences and the resources I discovered in my journey of healing will also help you discover that there is a new dawn waiting for you. As you begin to see it, you too will soar…higher than you can now imagine.
My role and qualifications
I am not a therapist or registered financial adviser. I have no licenses or professional training of any kind. Nothing in the emails we send or website content should be considered personalized health care advice or personalized investment advice. Any health care decisions should be made only after consulting with your doctor and licensed health care provider.
Although I have done career and life coaching, most of my observations and suggestions are based on my own life experiences, internet research and/or communications with other people who have had similar experiences. Because of this, most of the feature articles in Survive, Transform, Soar! are written by contributing authors who often bring expertise in various fields. We call them “experts” as a concise descriptor, but you should do your own due diligence regarding their qualifications before taking any action based on information you may see on this site.
My role is one of publisher as I attempt to bring concise, regular support to subscribers, guiding you out of the web that captured you to see there is a new dawn on the horizon for a life that is filled with possibility, one that is even better than before (BTB4™).
Lyrics from Cat Stevens, “Teaser And The Firecat”
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word
Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word
Songwriters
Stevens, Mark / Traditional
Piano arrangement by Rick Wakeman
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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC