I am so delighted to be here with you! I was astounded to realize that I have not posted here for months, likely evidence of a busy life, well lived.
There is much for me to share with you regarding Women Gathering. Activity is increasing both in frequency and intensity; and more women are feeling the ‘pull’ to rediscover a much deeper inner truth, too long held in check. It would seem that the vibration of sound (i.e. CD’s, radio show, audio files, etc.) is offering more – faster! – than can easily be explored with the written word. Of course, that’s all about me – and a reflection of my increasing desire to engage in conversation with women; and in exchanges of experiences and ideas.
For now, given that I am unsure in this moment when I might find myself back in this place; and given that I would very much welcome your presence in my life, here are some of the other places where you might find me and others who are enjoying the journey along this path.
You can find my Facebook Page and join the community! I’m there every day, sharing my own thoughts and encouraging others to share theirs with me. On my Page, you’ll also find links to other women who are WEL-Systems® Affiliates and CODE Model Coaches™, creating transformational moments with other women. You can connect and engage directly from this page.
Reclaiming Your Self: Women Unedited and Engaged! – my Radio Show on Contact Talk Radio - continues to be accessible through the Archives. You can access all 69 archived Episodes on the Institute website at the link above. Consider using these Episodes as invitations to others to engage in more meaningful conversations with you – and watch your world transform!
Women Awakening! is the new location for women to connect with themselves and each other. Become a member of this growing, online community of women awakening to their own potential. Take a moment to visit the Pages to ensure your understanding of the unique intention that fuels this awakened collective. Become a member and ensure that every post is sent directly to you by email so that you don’t miss a thing!
Based on some of the most popular Inspirational, Motivational, and Provocative articles by Louise LeBrun, you now can access free audio recordings intended to encourage you along the path of your own evolution. Know that you are not alone as these words invite and allow energy and information to be in flow… inside, where you live… propelling you to a different expression of yourSelf. In the Engage WEL-Systems area, select Listen to be presented with the available items for you to hear, share, and comment on.
Around the world, women continue to gather in small groups, talking… about all that is deeply meaningful to them. As I encourage you to listen and discover, I also encourage you to express… and to share the truth of your own discoveries, as you go. Bringing voice to that which moves inside you; and allowing that voice to be heard in a safe place, can indeed change your life!
Thank you for being here – and I look forward to staying connected with you!
So many different journeys all so different and yet so similar. What does it take for us as women to break from the past of limiting beliefs to discover the potential that we hold? Each woman standing tall, in who she is sharing the unique truth of her own experience, sends ripples out into the universe and touches another woman who is completely unaware of what just happened. And yet, there’s a knowing in her body that something has changed.
The ripple affect has been proven with butterflies and their beating of wings. What happens when a woman can no longer stand still and her wings start to beat to music that only she can hear?
In a constant state of metamorphosis, we are what it takes for this world, our world to change.
Sitting here writing out side, I listen to the robins singing their song. What becomes interesting for me is that they have several songs. All very melodic and touches my soul as I inhale their beauty and magnificence. They remind me of who I am and I liken myself and other women to nature and all its beauty. Whether it be tree, bird, chipmunk or weed, at each stage of our life there is an unfolding and there is magnificence to each and every stage. At one point in my life I would have said that it goes unnoticed by most. What my heart tells me today is that we notice it, we just don’t speak of it in fear of what others will think of us. That is one of the stages that I have moved through. I cannot say that I’ve moved beyond it as yesterday I discover that I haven’t. It’s o.k. I know that in a breath the next unfolding of who I am becomes yet again me awakening another aspect of who I am.
Since I have awakened to my own potential, it is as though with every breath a layer is shed, a new bud appears. I am in a garden of perpetual growth and I have planted my own seeds since my awakening.
A great friend of mine shared something with me this morning and I could feel it as my truth. And yes, as women Decloak and unveil so that others can see the magnificence that we hold, another woman’s thought can become your truth. Why? Because as the words leave another persons lips, the ripples goes out and the truth awakens in your body. It’s not a mind share. It’s a personal sharing of something unique to one person that enables another person to awaken to their own truth. Truth at a much deeper level in the body and yet at a much higher level of consciousness. Where there were no words before, out of the mouth of another awakened presence, there are now words for the experience.
I liken myself to all living creatures. From animals to plants. Each of us a living expression of what becomes possible when allowing the ‘knowing’ in your body to lead you to the divine truth which is unique to you.
Women around me are wakening up and it is like fertilizer for me. I become stronger, taller and that much more magnificent because I know that I AM not alone.
The flower that gets planted and unattended to will grow and maybe not flourish. The baby bird in the nest if left, may survive but not grow without others around it. Are we as women any different in this ‘garden of perpetual growth?’
Right here, right now in this breath, there are no words to end this. This is only a beginning.
With much RIG, (Respect, Integrity and Generosity of Spirit)
These days, I am ever-mindful of the power of women to redefine culture. Like I believe that Androgynous Baby™ and Nested Living Systems™ are the forces that shape culture, I also believe that women have the capacity to redefine what goes into these powerful processes that become the intergenerational frameworks for what it is to be human.
That notion of ‘redefining’ is ever-present in my awareness. Redefining leadership. Redefining love. Redefining parenting. These are but three of what I hold to be a long list of nominalizations desperately in need of redefining – and doing so from a very different paradigm.
For as far back as I can mindfully consider, my life and that of my mother, grandmother and great-grandmother have been shaped by so-called ‘cultural’ expectations of what I/they could or could not do/be. I remember stories told of my paternal grandmother that spoke to her unwillingness to ‘be’ the limited expression that her world demanded of her. For that, she paid a price – and she kept her soul. It would seem that I am of her lineage for a reason.
These days, I find myself seeking to create the opportunity to draw women together to redefine intimacy – on our own terms. Our way of connecting to others – lovers, mates, partners, friends… regardless of preferences… – has for far too long been shaped from the outside when we are screaming to define our world from the inside.
I have lost count of the powerful, compelling, funny, loving, compassionate, smart, courageous, provocative, strong women who have allowed themselves to be lost to themselves in the name of ‘love’ or ‘connection’ or ‘relationship’. As they have focused their attention on ‘making the relationship work’, they have become ghost-like figures and pale versions of their own potential. Is that love? Is that what love demands? For far too many women, being loved has demanded that they surrender who they are.
That is not my life. I do not speak that as an ‘expert’ on anything other than being mySelf. I may not know how you should/could be AND I am the one who knows best how I could/should be! For that, I am without apology or compromise; and without the need of your support or approval. I trust that you will stand for your Self as you see fit.
What is the price that we have learned to pay – willingly and without hesitation! – to be loved, wanted, valued or connected? What have we learned far too well to surrender without hesitation or struggle, that we may be prized by another? How well have we learned to look away from our own dreams, desires and imaginings that we may be glanced up by another as ‘desirable’ or ‘attractive’ in body, behaviour or creations?
When I was 9… or 19… or 29, I was different. Now, at 59, I continue to be different – and greatly welcoming of it being so. I spend my life working with women who are seeking to BE different… to be other than who or what they have been taught to believe they MUST be… are without choice about… and yet, have been unwilling to surrender their potential to maintain their lives. In varying degrees, the choice is made one day to the next, from one breath to the next: must I love myself less to be loved by you?
In October, I will be calling to myself a gathering of those women who are open, clear, honest and direct about themselves and their lives; who are willing and able to engage the larger expressions of their inner truth; and who dare to redefine intimacy – with Self and other – on their own terms. In the search to have and be it all; in the desire to recognize through 7 Logical Levels of Thinking that we are all Sexual, Sensual and Spiritual Beings, it may well be time for women to redefine their expression and the outcome of intimacy in ways that not only sustain and support but source and feed the hungry soul that screams out to be allowed to be!
In my life, I have been married and divorced more than once; and I have lived in long-term, committed ‘relationships’ more than once. There have been times when my Mother (bless her heart!) has wondered what was wrong with me, struggling with her fear that I have been unable to ‘keep a man’. In our shared experience, her rules and mine were worlds apart. Over the years, I have engaged with her in the same way, sharing with her what I hold as the greatest moment that I carry from them all: without exception, each has told me that they were a better man for having shared their life with me. In that, I experience neither loss nor failure. I see only life expanding and becoming more!
I spend my life working/playing with women. It is what I have chosen that has great value in my life and in what I hold to be the future of our world. As Kofi Annan has said, “The future of the world is in the hands of women.” I share that view and know that unless we (women) are awake, aware and fully alive – as our unique and powerful Self – we will make no difference in that world. And for me, that is not an option.
There were only a few of us gathered, this time. Seven in total, if I remember correctly.
It was intense. Although it was all about all of us, this collective dance seemed to swirl more potently around one in particular. It seemed that this day, she would be The One who would express out loud what so many were thinking/feeling/carrying as they stepped into the room.
It wasn’t pretty. A voice shaken with intense and deep truth; a face contorted in the pain of its discovery; and the wailing sound of grief raging at life unlived.
Some looked away. Some longed to comfort and held themselves back, knowing that doing so would serve no purpose.
Others looked down or looked away, trying with great desperation to look away from that same truth as it awakened in them… trying to hold in check the grief that moved through their own body.
Regret is a painful and often debilitating moment. And as has often been said, our greatest regrets are of those things we did not do… that we did not allow ourselves to engage… or for which we could not find the courage. For far too many women, far too many regrets are tied to being unwilling to stand alone; unwilling to be judged and shunned and ridiculed by others; and unwilling to let go of the distorted and very old truth that in simply being ourselves, we are not enough.
It’s been an intense six months and I know that the future will offer more and more moments of great discovery, often cloaked in exhalations of rage, grief, despair and fear, tempered only by moments of longing and regret. I ask myself: am I up for it? The question barely complete in my awareness and my body knows it is all unfolding as it should.
Today, I am mindful that hours away another small group of women is gathering… likely moving quickly and effortlessly into the deep end of the pool… trusting in themselves and in each other. Although some may have found the path to be filled with white light and forgiveness, that has not been my simple truth. My life has been – and continues to be – filled with more ugly and dangerous tales of the myth of the intact family than I choose to allow myself to recall. That we seek so desperately to have it not have been so, does not make it true. And in this more than anywhere else, I know, the truth shall indeed, set us all free.
I believe in the godforce that each of us already is. I believe that the future is in our hands – right here, right now. And I believe with every breath I take that women are the key.
Women have always gathered in small groups, talking… creating a force that has allowed them/us to survive, to protect ourselves and protect our children. What we are coming to know is that THAT force – of women gathering in small groups, talking… – IS the force that will reshape culture! And every voice counts.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve settled in to write here and have moved away. It’s not that I don’t have profoundly moving experiences to share – it’s that I have no idea how to even attempt to capture them in words when they are still racing through my body and transforming who I AM, from one nano-second to the next.
A whirlwind of women gathering in small groups, talking…. from the Group of 10 in early April; to the Manifesting a Meaningful Life conversation in March; to the Power, Passion and Purpose Emerging Futures retreat at the Fairmont Manoir Richelieu… my life is expanding in ways and at a speed that I have no idea how to represent in this space.
I could try to tell the story of it and, in my sense of it, doing so would only serve to make it smaller. Perhaps we would all be best served by sharing with you what has appeared and manifested and come into being as a result of it. Yes! That’s it! That is my way to open to all here, what I opened to become, during those times together.
A new book project on redefining the paradigm of Parenting, already in flow.
An internet radio show and podcasting.
New CODE Model Coaching CD series… with Part 3 to come.
Multi-CD series of guided reflections that awaken the expression of the godforce in the Quantum Biological BeingTM
A WEL-Systems World! ‘conference’ in the fall of this year to celebrate the expression of Intention 2009!
A new self-paced, modular Self-Discovery CD package for an acceleration of awakening and living authentically.
Recording for production on CD of the WEL-Systems body of knowledge, in French, for the global French community.
And much, much more to come!
Vibrant! Alive! Dynamic! Powerful! Women awakening to their individual, personal expressions not of what they are passionate about, but their passion in flow as a living expression of ‘meaning’ in their lives.
Women willing to embark on a journey of discovery, moving boldly into what they don’t know, daring to be filled with the much larger, more dangerous and sometimes frightening questions that become the fuel for their curiosity to ignite passionately into action… and engage!
Women able to fill the room… fill their lives… fill their world… with the sounds of bold and unfettered laughter and tears, strength and vulnerability, recognizing that the power or powerlessness is not in either of those but in their willingness or unwillingness to own whatever is present – moment to moment – as it fills their body with the force of its potential… and just allow it to be.
Women willing to stay present… stay connected… stay focused… and engage, from one breath to the next, without the need of a master plan or performance guidelines; trusting that the force in the moment coursing through their bodies IS the only thing required. LIFE need not be explained, defined or dissected into small, manageable bite-size pieces. It needs only to be LIVED!
These past months have been, for me, what has nourished me and propelled me into bigger and more potent realizations of my own. These have been the conversations and exchanges that have made it possible for me to continue to grow and evolve and become the ongoing and boundless expression of my own potential – trusting that in being willing to be mySelf without apology is all that is ever required.
In the face of all that appears to unfold on my holodeck, I remind myself that the holodeck is of my own creation. I pause… take a breath… and remember that I AM the canvas on which my life appears from the brushstrokes of my choices. I am not a victim to any of its expression – I am the creator of it all. When I can find the genius in what is unfolding, I can stand and create differently, knowing that in that genius, I have already become more.
In this moment, I know that as I stand alone, I am in the very best of company. The women in my life – the women of my WOI gatherings; the women who are drawn to the WGGG; the women of the growing and evolving G10; the women who are drawn to accelerate their own evolution through Decloaking, Engaging and Manifesting a Meaningful Life; the women who have come and gone and returned in that perfect moment of ‘it’s time’; the women who blog, record, post, read, listen, watch; the women who create events, facilitate programs, engage relentlessly in the pursuit of their own unfolding; the women who in their willingness to transform their world are unwilling to go quietly into the night; the women who stand tall, raise their voices and fill the conversation.. the room.. the world with their presence; the women who RIG effortlessly, who draw the line in the sand by becoming the line in the sand!; the women who are unwilling to draw one more breath without the head of the Lioness firmly connected to the body of the woman; the women whose voices carry the future in their loud and clear declaration to all around : “You cannot have my childdren!” – to all these women in my life through whatever it is that connects us – I AM with you, as I know the I AM that you are is with me. In that, I find both great power and great comfort.
The future is in the hands of women – and the time is NOW!
The image that keeps coming to mind is that of Seven of Nine (Star Trek: Voyager) standing in her regeneration chamber. Alive yet not quite awake. Present and aware yet not engaging in anything other than her own immediate requirement to source herself.
On Monday, a small group of women will gather, talking… about manifestation and their lives. Or is it their lives and manifestation? In this moment, I am mindful that without manifestation, it all stops.
My first manifestation is my own existence. The I AM that I am, streaming through this physical body, is the force that keeps this body moving through a physical world. Perhaps my moment of stepping into the regeneration chamber is that moment of choosing to connect directly with that force and mindfully consider: do I want to be here? If Seven of Nine ceases to engage the chamber, so does her life reflect that.
The question then becomes: existence for what purpose? What is my intention in being here… in this time… at this point in history? Why now and not 1922? or 1612? What is it about this space/time experience – like an intersecting stream of consciousness – that makes my presence here just perfect? And for me to entertain that question, I must be willing to consider that my presence is not an accident; that my intention in being here transcends the mundane trajectory of having been born, living and dying; and that as in all things, I am in this dance with the potential to transform the dance itself. When have we ever been encouraged to think those thoughts??? Most of us live and die believing that we have not, in truth, mattered beyond the reach of our daily, often small, lives.
I look around my world and I bear witness to a world manifested without mindful presence/intention. Manifestation, as a force… as the force of I AM… NEVER stops! When I manifest from mindlessness, (I believe) we get what we’ve got. Where do we now stand to manifest differently?
This coming week, our conversations will move to much more expansive explorations! We’ll begin and end at the level of discovering: Who am I? How does my presence in this universe, at this time, matter at the level of the universe? I’ve learned over the years that once I/we have a sense of that, life transforms quickly and easily. Gone is the need to struggle with changes and choices – they simply fall out of my mouth, as required.
In this moment, I sit in the stillpoint… waiting… knowing that another layer is about to present; one that is completely new and unfamiliar to me, with an invitation to simple engage and discover what comes of it. No great need to figure it out or analyze any of it – just ‘be’ whatever the ‘it’ of the discovery is. Trust that if it presents, it is meaningful in some way and engage to discover more. Letting go of all that has been and allowing what might be to enter into, swirl around and present what becomes my life, with my willingness and ability to simply live it… to be it.
I read all the blogs and marvel at the insights and discoveries; at the courage and willingness to trust and to test. I watch from this place in my regeneration chamber and know that in this moment, my place is here… outside all as it unfolds… coming to know that the platform is a solid one. It is time for the next wave to awaken and be in movement… be the flow of manifesting a different world.
We are highly contagious. As I read, I know that the contagion of so many – of Lisa and Sarah and Natasha and Amy and Lisa and Tanya and… and.. and… (it’s a long list!) is the virus of awakening thought that is, in turn, the invitation to much more powerful ways of being. Their willingness to stand and be counted… to be seen and heard in the full measure of their own, ongoing evolution… manifests. And it is all unfolding as it should.
When I wrote of the compound, I knew that one story was ending and a new one was about to begin. My story is not one for the telling but one to be lived. In this stillpoint… in this place of regeneration where all that is required of me is to breathe in and breathe out… I wait… and I listen… and I trust. And when my eyes open and I take that first step forward, I know my world will already have changed.
Those who gather will soon know the truth of that in themselves. In the expression of a manifestation spiral, it is never about my life or yours. It is about Life, itself!
Every day, I wake up and ask myself: how does the godforce that I AM choose to live today? I look beyond my walls and consider my world as my domain. I recognize and seek to engage in knowing that I – like every single one of you – is an essential aspect of expression of the world in which we all live. My presence does not just touch my family and friends; my clients and colleagues – it contributes to and directly shapes the entire world! And so does yours.
I look around me and I see the lives that women live. I ‘know’ of the women in other parts of the world through what I hear and read. And yet, I ‘know’ of the lives of the women in my neighborhood… in my community… in my Program Room… in my email inbox… and trust that those are the ones I can touch directly if I am willing to be my Self. They, in turn, touch another… and they touch another.. and on it goes in seeking the point of critical mass. In my world, it is all about thought and. its platform for manifestation. But for that to be so, I must claim and show up for my own life; and I must be willing to be seen to have done so. No apologies. No explanations. No holding back!
In this stillpoint… in this I’o breath, the breath of inhaling and exhaling at the same time… I wait. I invite and allow. I welcome. I let go. I become the blank page on which my own potential is being written. I trust. And through it all, I know that it is all unfolding as it should.
Breathing is good….
Long ago, in a place of hot sand, blistering sun and gleaming water, there lived a small community of women and children. During the day, they were actively engaged in the larger community of men and women that surrounded them but at night, they retreated behind the locked gates of a compound, surrounded by high and thick stone walls. The only way in was if invited.
The compound housed a small collective of women and children, about 40 in total. Although they looked like everyone else, they were different. They thought differently… spoke differently… and created their world differently. Theirs was a world inside a world; and as much as they could venture out into that other world, others could not seem to enter into theirs.
One night, they came. In the peaceful stillness of sleeping women and children came the sounds of running feet… startled screams and crying children. And the carnage began. When it was over, all the children were silent. The women, still alive in body, were dead in spirit and soul. The message had been delivered: silence yourselves or we will silence you!
We were harmless. In truth, we ventured into the community and offered new thoughts… new ways of being… that brought hope to those who had tired of living. We challenged no one. We invited and offered; we listened and respected; and then at night, we would return to our world within a world. Clearly, our ways of being had become a challenge or a threat to that other world, as it had come to know itself.
How could it have happened? How could the walls of this impenetrable place have been breached? When the image of the compound comes to mind, its walls are several feet thick and stand several men high. At a time when tools to challenge were minimal, there was only one way: someone inside opened the gates.
Betrayal. Betrayal from within. Betrayal of the self, by the self. In my own world, today, how many times does this happen? How many times do I pull back and stop myself from engaging in what I know is deeply meaningful? How many times do I allow an other from within my world to sell me short, talk me out of or into something? In how many ways do I allow someone… another or some aspect of myself… to breach the compound of my own intentions and leave me lifeless and silent in the creation of what is deeply meaningful for and to me?
Time passes… information flows… and it comes to be discovered that the one who opened the gate did so out of a desire to help… to ‘make things right’… having come to believe that this world within a world was wrong/bad/dangerous. Rather than just leave; and in the genuine and misguided desire to help and do the ‘right’ thing; in the need to be accepted and integrated into the larger world, one woman’s choices brought an end to the choices of so many others. This world came to an end. The greatest danger… the one that could touch us… lived inside the walls.
In this moment, I wonder: how many women strive to help other women get ‘back on track’… return to the norm… let go of their disruptive thinking and conform? With the practice of foot binding, it is the women who bound the feet of their young daughters.
In this moment, I look inside to determine where my greatest challenges lie.
… is my truth about me.
How foreign a notion is that? Like the vast majority of women, I had never been taught that the only truth that has any power in having an impact on my life is my truth about me. Not my truth about you (which you can’t hear, anyway) but the simple truth I carry inside myself, about myself, and am so terrified will be discovered by another.
Perhaps that is why we spend so much of our time ‘fussing’. We fuss over what happened yesterday. We fuss over what someone else said or did. We fuss over how someone else (sometimes a television or movie character!) is living their life! I remember long ago saying to my mother, as she was fussing about something : ’Fussing is something women do so that we can pretend we’re making a difference.” She was none too impressed. (Lucky for me, she’s my mother and believes herself obligated to love me because she gave birth to me. Score one for me! :)
Women gather in small groups, talking… as a way of moving through the world. Far too often, women gather in small groups and talk… about each other, about the past, about how it should or shouldn’t be. Women gather and define how someone else should live (i.e. giving advice) - sometimes face-to-face and sometimes only after that person has left.
Women gather and look to someone else for their answers, seeking wisdom from another that cannot possibly be found anywhere other than deep within the Self.
Women ‘talk about’ and ‘talk at’ each other. It is just so much easier than actually telling the truth… that much deeper, darker one that usually lies well-covered at the bottom of the soul. For all the ‘right’ reasons, we try desperately to keep that one to ourselves.
We are not bad, wrong or crazy! We are well trained. It’s that simple. It took me a while to discover that I was not deficient or defective – just disenfranchised; profoundly disconnected from the intuitive and innate truth that I carried as the unique and powerful being that I was… that I AM. And beyond that, trained to perfection in laying claim to a culturally conditioned belief that it didn’t really matter, anyway. After all, who would really care?
Well, I discovered, I care! And the most potent way for me to care is to turn inward and own what’s there. It doesn’t have to be genius, it just has to be mine. It doesn’t have to be complex or complicated, it just has to be authentic. And I don’t have to be like you or anyone else, I just have to know that in this breath, I am being me.
In the world of the Declaration of Evolution by Intention, I will be adding one more to the list of Beliefs/Values/Attitudes that, I believe, will take me to where I want to go. And that is: ”The only truth that can change my life is my truth about me. ” In my world, it is the only truth worth telling.
We need to learn how to do that. We need to be willing to discover how else we might ‘be’ in the world, redefined by our own desires to express and ‘be’. The paradox is: as long as I seek outside myself to discover how, I am not inside. There is greater discovery inside my own chaos than there will ever be outside in the advice of others.
I am redefining how I hold the notion of ‘more’.
There was a time when ‘more’ meant two cars instead of one; or one car but ‘higher end’ than this one. It also meant a 5000 square foot house instead of 2500 square feet; or two trips to Hawaii in the same year. I don’t even know how to think in those terms anymore.
The ‘more’ that I now think of is so much more difficult to describe or explain. It is the ‘more’ that profoundly changes me and leaves me without words as the pointers to help you see. I have no idea how or why, I just know that I am different.
The ‘more’ that now shapes my life is intangible… like smoke or mist rather than concrete or brick. The only thing permanent about it is its incessant capacity to morph into something else. I can’t always see it or touch it – I need to just trust that it’s there.
Part of the ‘more’ of my life is found in the recent explosion of powerful conversations with amazing women! On Friday, I spent two hours (that felt like 20 minutes) in conversation with Lisa and came away from that time together profoundly aware of having, yet again, become ‘more. There was no plan for that – just the willingness to be there, fully, in body, mind and spirit.
In that time together, the mist cleared and I could see. I saw co-creation as the ‘more’ that I am now stepping into; and I saw very clearly what/how that co-creation holds meaning in my life.
I have often said that, in my world, I cannot co-create if I can not create. If I am not able to bring the full measure of my presence into a Manifestation Spiral and bring into existence that which profoundly enlivens me, how can I hold myself as co-creator with another who can? Without this capacity to, first, create my world, I become support for – an assistant or helper – in another’s creation. There is nothing wrong with or bad about this – it is simply that I eventually become disenchanted and resentful. ’Creation’ requires focus and mindful intent, fueled by the desire to ‘manifest’ rather than work at. It also requires that we be totally, completely and fiercely unwilling to let go of what is meaningful to us!
The ‘more’ that I now seek is that of co-creation with others who are, clearly, the creators of their own experience. Women who are drawn forward into their Emerging Future and are passionate about their unwillingness to NOT manifest what they desire! In these moments, co-creation is not a matter of ‘working together’ but more one of paying attention to and watching for those naturally occurring, intersecting moments when my creation and their creation cross, creating a massive space for co-creation to be awakened and ignited! In that, there is such coalescence of the forces of manifestation that acceleration and expansion occur naturally – without effort, without plan and without struggle. Now, for me, THAT is what it’s all about!
In the ‘more ‘ of this co-creation, I stay focused on my intention to create that which is profoundly meaningful to me and for me. At the same time, I hold in my awareness – in the background of my mind – all that is being created by those with whom I engage. That’s all that is required – the rest falls into place in its own time and space. I need to be awake and present, to my own creation and to the presence of others and their desires/intentions to create what’s meaningful for and to them.
The ‘more’ that this represents goes beyond any linear, manageable journey. Co-creation occurs in bursts of genius and activity! It occurs in flashes of insight and layer upon layer of letting go, trusting, inviting and allowing. It occurs, not from any measurable or identifiable plan or strategy but from snippets of conversation that surface above the din of a collective conversation. It only occurs when and because I am willing and able to claim and own… to stand tall and visible and strong… in MY creation without losing it or myself to some external standard or interpretation that encourages me to become less that someone else may feel like more.
I am enthralled by the potential that co-creation invites and awakens. I am mesmerized by power of it all; and eager to press the edges and see what surfaces. There is nothing reasonable, logical or linear about co-creation. Explosions of this type offer up the magnificence of what appears to some as chaos and what others know to be gateways of potential. The key is to not lose mySelf.
It’s going to be an amazing year!
Sometimes, I have to pause… and take a breath… and remind myself of how lucky I am. For a nano-second, I stand in awe of how fortunate I am that I am blessed to lead this life. And in the next nano-second, I am reminded by mySelf that I created it all!
This past week-end, 13 women gathered to discover what’s next. What an effortless experience it all was! No agenda, no handouts, no presentations, no notes…. just us – coffee/tea in hand, comfy chairs and each other.
For two days, we talked and we listened. At some times, tears of laughter; and at other times, tears of letting go. Through it all, not a single soul was lost or rescued, broken or fixed; and not a one was lost to herSelf.
We spoke of discovering that we are not alone. Strange – so frequently we have come together in other ways and yet, the notion of being alone had lingered.
In one breathtaking moment, one of the women said: “I know I am The One’. In truth, each of us knows : “I am The Only One who can carve out my life.”
I am The One who knows the truth that I carry inside. I choose to speak or silence the voice that I AM.
I am The One who determines the eyes through which I see. I choose the veil of history and repeat; or create the life that will emerge.
I am The One who knows a meaningful life from a practical one. I choose to be seen or fade inevitably into the shadows.
I am The One who creates the world that I call my own. I choose to sharpen the edges or allow my senses to be dulled.
I am The One who decides my fate. I choose LIFE or allow all that I carry to turn to dust.
I am The One. If not me, then who?
In two short days, each of us knew – in body, mind and spirit – that if it is to be, it’s up to me. If not me, then who?
If you’re life is to be, it’s up to you. If not you, then who?
Three years ago, in January 2006, I woke up and knew that I was no longer the same. Again, it plays itself out and I wonder: now what? I have a great sense of ‘knowing’ and yet no details. I trust completely and yet have no evidence to say that I should. And in these last two days, I have found myself in the company of others who have learned to trust the magic in themselves.
I am clear: the adventure has begun!
Breathing is good…