When I open my mind
and allow my Being
I effortlessly release my “old story”…step out of my box..
(of preconceived notions, constraint, restrictions,
am welcomed into Light, Flow, Joy..
Each day is ours to create within. Sometimes we label a day (11-1-11) and the label reflects to us potential that we might not otherwise see. Sometimes that label reflects to us a collective potential we may not otherwise see; empowering us to open beyond what we know to embrace that which we do not know.
If I was to label today for you..11-1-11 the day of the dead…I would ask you to look at the power of the day, and to allow this power to guide you in all that you choose to create. I would ask you to look within your life and identify all that seems “dead” to you..anything that zaps you of your power and allows you to “feel dead”. I would ask you, why do you allow all of the se layers to occupy your space..and would it be possible for you to let any of this go? To release all that no longer serves your life purpose (keyword=life, all that allows you to live fully!)…to revel in the clean space..and then to allow Universe to fill that space with abundance, prosperity, love, joy, peace..all that is right here at your fingertips, waiting patiently for space.
As I ask you this, I am in the process of a huge surge of release. There are moments of fear (will anything replace any of this that I am releasing? am I enough “on my own”? what if I step into this unknown and fall, hard? what if I release and am left with ‘nothing’?).
As doctors work to identify why my physical self is pretty much being “gutted” these last thirty days, I am working diligently to identify on a metaphysical level why my self is being “gutted”. I believe it is a time of rebirth..a time to release layer upon layer of stuff that keeps me rooted here in this very spot. The truth is: I am a passionate woman who loves life..finding the magic in each moment, playing in nature, connecting with spirit, making music and food and love..yet I look at my life today and see that it is quite sterile..I have been creating within my little box, playing it quite safe indeed, when my essence is one that explores, experiments, experiences fully…
I love sharing my gift of clarity; it is a joy to share with others! To allow that spark of Knowing to ignite your passion and observe as that spark illuminates your dreams and those dreams become your reality…a magnificent process to behold. What do I do when I receive clarity into my own life, when Knowing may be transformational if I allow it to be? Do I close my eyes, my ears, my heart..and continue to compromise, living a sterile, safe life…or do I allow for crystal clear vision, listen carefully, open my heart fully…and step into the land of unknown..allowing that little spark to illuminate my own dreams? Do I dare to step out of my comfortable, safe, yet ill-fitting box..into a space that allows my essence to flourish?
Think of a plant..as the plant thrives: the roots spread, the stem grows, the flowers blossom..
soon you find you need to repot this plant…much like self.
When I resist Truth, I become physically ill..so I accept these last thirty days as a wake up call..a sign from the Universe requesting that I slow down, take inventory, and open my heart to the signs all around me. I could understandably allow physical pain to ‘stop me’ or I could use that pain as a resource to propel movement.
I want to share this short story with you. My young children are precious to me, it is a joy to relate with them! We have this bond that is enlivening, enriching, inspiring. My son is intuitive and has watched me move through the last thirty days, he takes in far beyond my words. He knows when I am pained (even if I do not express it) and he knows that the best medicine for me is laughter, fun, love. He knows this not because we’ve ever communicated with words, but because he watches as I live, as I share with others, as I mother. As I know him. (May all of my relations be so genuine and fruitful!).
Last night–as my children prepared to celebrate Halloween–my son went into my closet and came out with my hip skirt (for years I have practiced belly dancing). And he asked me to wear it. I hesitated at first, but then put the hip skirt over my sweat pants, and as the children dressed, I shimmied around the boat..the dog chasing us around..we were just playing and laughing, and although the movement of shimmying hurt, for a few moments I forgot how sick I was.
My daughter was dressing as a beautiful fairy princess, and applying body glitter as part of her face makeup. I love all things glitter, so I asked her to apply some to my face..made me feel a bit magical:) Again, we were laughing and playing..for when do the children ever get to dress up mom, and while I’ve been so caught up in managing my pain, when have we taken the time to just play? The atmosphere was full of love and laughter. (Just us, love and laughter. How simple. How often we allow “not enough’ to prevent us from relating…when all that is truly necessary is the willingness to open your heart past barriers.. to laugh and play and just celebrate life together! May we be surrounded by people who love to laugh, play, celebrate!).
My son went back into my room and came out with the top of my belly dancing outfit. He asked me to wear it to our friends for Halloween (good family friends who love us as we are and are not surprised when we express our selves–well, if they are surprised that still laugh and play with us*grin*). Transparency: feeling quite bloated from medication, and very untoned from not being able to exercise, the last thing I wanted to do was to wear this pretty sexy outfit out in public. My thought: who is this sterile and safe person, where is the daring woman known to shimmy confidently pretty much anywhere because I love to elicit that mega watt smile, and shimmying is a sure-fire way to receive a smile:)..where is she?
So, I wore it. To my friend’s house. For a bit. And I posted the photo on Facebook, and then I used the photo here in this space. Not because I think I’m ‘all that’; quite the opposite. Because I know who I am..and this is a piece of me, a dormant piece that was able to surface one: because my son took the time and had the “courage” to remind me of who I am (may we all have the courage and confidence to be a mirror to our loved ones!) …and two: because I have been releasing much in the last thirty days, so am able to clearly recognize me when I am present.
When you look at the above photo do you see a woman who has been on bed rest for thirty days or do you see a vibrant, glowing woman, full of joy to create this moment?
I share this story because *now* is ours to create with..we choose the quality of life, the depth of our connections, the joy of our spirit. Sometimes the layers I’ve allowed to build up muddy the moment; I am Aware of the importance of releasing those layers so that I may fully live life! This moment is truly all that I have: My Brother\’s Keeper: A Journey Into Healing is a poignant, heartfelt, beauty filled affirmation that reminds me I have a choice: sterile, safe, yet ill-fitting and painful or passion, vibrancy, radiance, brilliance..”unsafe” yet soul fulfilling.
I choose to live a resounding “Yes!”…
As you consider the practice of release, it is my pleasure to offer affirmations or reflections as you create..please contact me via email if I may assist you.