Welcome to my peace filled place. It is my pleasure to share energy with you here:)
I want to share this with you:
I’m creating new and different in my life. One may even say I’m creating a completely new, different life.
How does it feel? Amazing, awe-some holy f I cannot believe how magical life truly may be when I allow it to be! … Mixed with a few moments of hang on, fun soul, this is going to be some ride:)
My goal is not specific, tangible, hold in your hand, write on paper. My goal is: to live a peace filled, joy filled life of abundance; to surround my self with healthy, whole, pure so that all I share is healthy, whole, pure.
I bolded “to live” because I don’t want to only study it, research it, learn about it..I want to live it..so I am. Each and every moment, each and every day I open my heart to life!
I share in this space, to encourage you to do the same. I coach because I know what is possible, and I want you to experience it, too.
I am not at all good with secret surprises. Once I have one, I want to tell right away! If I’ve found the perfect present for you, yet the occasion to share is days away (forget weeks or months away, I cannot do it!), it is a struggle for me to not just give your present right away. I thrive on mega watt smiles, so I want to see that mega watt smile light your face today..this moment…and I often just give you the present this very moment..
So, here it is…
The perfect present for *you*, dear friend and reader:
I made a new friend. (yay me!)
If you remember from past articles, I’ve been releasing a lot in life. I’ve been releasing heart connections that were less than peace filled or life enriching.
I am pleased that this empty space is being filled with heart connections in life and online that are inspiring, life changing..amazing!
(Instead of clinging to “less than”.. release it, feel the freedom, then see what is manifested into your life!) Then, please email me about it, I’d love to hear..your story inspires me!
My new friend. I love her. Absolutely. I think in a past life, she might have been in my merry band of gypsy, belly dancing, butterflies and glitter, faerie sisters. I do. She Feels like my Soul Sister. Love it! Lovin’ life!
I asked her to write an article for my blog, so that you may know her and love her too! What she did not know when she wrote this article is that I live on a boat. When I read this article, my heart said “thank you”. Simple. Thank you, I love you: Quinn..and this world..and all who inspire me by sharing their personal stories! Read her story, let it settle into your heart and allow you to consider creating new and different in your life..check out her blog..check out mine..and then: live it..live your love! -Much peace, Joy
*grin* One more thing..today on Facebook one of my friends gave me a link to this song \”Shimmer\” by Shawn Mullins. I’m listening to it as I write this..and I tell you what:
“We are born to Shimmer, We are born to Shine, We are born to Radiate, We’re born to Live, we’re born to Love, we’re born to never Hate!”
I’m bubbling over with love and gratitude today! Here is my friend Quinn:
Riding with the Boatman
by Quinn Whissen
Four years ago as I was walking down the canals in Little Venice–a neighborhood of London–I looked over and saw an old man sitting on his long and ornately decorated houseboat. What caught my eye was that this bearded man was wearing a Phoenix Coyotes Jersey. The Coyotes are the hockey team from Phoenix, Arizona: my hometown back in the states. But here I was walking down a canal 5000 miles across the globe and I see this man wearing their jersey so I stopped and said hello. He jumped off his boat and came up to the gate that stood between us. I asked him where he got his jersey, and a deep Irish lilt poured out of his mouth: “Me son go’ it for me, I think. He was travlin’ years ago and brough i’ back for me. Nice to meet ya’!”
The boatman and I continued to talk for an hour as the night darkened and the fog descended heavy on our eyelashes. We talked about the fact I was in London to study classical acting techniques and had just arrived a week before. he told me about his life and his journeys on the boat. He said he could pick up and leave whenever he wanted to and carry his home on his back. He loved the freedom and the joy in maintaining his floating home and answering to no one but himself along the way. I was in awe by the hand detailed banjo and his myriad of craft projects that hung on his inner walls. He recounted stories of his deceased great-grandmother Maggie, who he said still guided him to that day. We spoke of religion and spirituality, mysticism, science, and the Tarot. He invited me to go back on a daytime boat ride a few days later, and I accepted.
When I arrived for our ride down the canals, the boatman made sure I felt comfortable and safe, sitting me on the bow of the ship–front row and center. For hours upon hours, we traversed the whole city of London on its hidden waterways. We passed by overgrown parks nestled into the riverbank, graffiti that painted stories of the canal’s past, sprawling flower bushes, and couples walking hand in hand with winsome glances. As we passed other boats, the fellow river people would always wave enthusiastically with smiles on their faces. I commented to the boatman that I had never seen people who were so joyous and open to strangers. He replied: “Yes, river folk or any people near the water are like that.” When we came upon a large piece of artwork on the side of the canal wall, the boatman told me it was made by local schoolchildren from all the rubbish picked out of the water. From dirt and grime, unfolded the images of a frog, moon, and stars in front of my eyes. It was a masterpiece of junk and joy.
I was entranced by the day, utterly amazed by the new world that had been revealed to me because of my openness to the adventure that had presented itself. How did I see a hockey jersey from my hometown amidst a nighttime walk halfway across the globe and then find myself on an adventure with a kindred soul –and on a boat nonetheless? It didn’t seem possible, but here I was, the figurehead mermaid leaning off the bow of the ship peering into the reality of a flowing life. The boatman showed me a world full of magic, kindness, openness, and joy; a world I had merely glimpsed yet never fully grasped. I saw a possibility for my existence that was as easeful and peaceful as the water we rode on that cold winter’s day.
But as I returned to land later that night and my legs began to root on Earth again, I became afraid. I was scared because the glimpse I gained on the water took me away from all I knew and al that held me safe and rooted to my ideas of the world. It beckoned me forward to all the things unseen and unheard, lurking far below the surface. Deeper and deeper down I would swirl as I would be forced to surrender like a leaf caught in a current. But I was young and I was afraid of getting caught under water. I was oarless and rudderless. I wasn’t ready to swim.
I never went back to see the boatman in London.
I’m now older and (possibly) wiser and I’ve met a new boatman. He isn’t in London or even in Phoenix. He is within me. He is the inner listening that leads me to notice the clues in my life and follow them towards a flowing adventure. He is the guiding voice that helps me surrender to the river rather than react from fear. He is helping me remember that fear is not the river itself even though it tricks us to believe it is so. Fear is merely the rubbish floating on the surface, he tells me, and I must learn how to craft the pieces into a beautiful work of art. He then makes me hang my rubbish art up on my walls so I can always look out at it, no longer confusing the surface debris with my True Self. He is the one navigating the currents of my inner waters so I can live with openness, joy, and freedom.
I, myself, am the boatman who is the guide from the Real to the Unreal, from the Dark to the Light, from the Time-Bound to the Eternal. I just have to continue to learn to navigate my vessel, listening to the coursing currents beneath the surface, and willfully surrender to my inner boatman who always knows the way.
If only I could ride the river until I reached the sea…if only one day I can learn to be both the single drop of water and the whole ocean all at once.
If only we could all get lost in the ocean from whence we came.
If only, if only…but alas, that is another adventure yet to be explored.
Have you opened up to moments of grace and found yourself on an adventure of a lifetime? What were the clues you saw on the way? Did you listen to them or di you close down from fear? Who is your boatman and what lessons did he teach you on your path to unfolding your joy?
Quinn Whissen is on a journey to get real *raw *naked * & free. She strives to make the invisible visible through art, writing, yoga, and other creative pursuits. You can find her writing about retrieving her soul (and yours!) through understanding the past and creating yourself anew at Urban Soul Retrieval .