Resurfacing
It’s been an amazing time for me! In addition to working on the new multi-CD set for Decloaking and Living Authentically , I’ve also just completed another 6-day intensive for Manifesting a Meaningful Life. Wow! What a ride! I know none of us will ever be the same again… and there is always more!
As I take time to collect my own thoughts about my experience of that journey… a journey of yet another small group of women gathering, talking… I came across the thoughts below that, for whatever reason, never got posted. As I let them vibrate through me tonight, they felt important to bring into the light of day.
So, for now, I share these with all of you and trust that more will come.
I posted to the Emerging Futures blog yesterday, using the space to find words to put shape to my experience of that day. I realized as I read my own words that my ‘issue’ is never with any one women – it is with the process that the women are shaped by.
We (women, in general) seem to have very little agitation about the process that builds us and defines us; uses us and mines us; and ultimately depletes and deletes us, over time. We seem to be devoid of any outrage at recognizing that it is not about any one of us, but all of us; and that we are not broken, crazy, twisted or demented because we want what we want and can’t seem to let ourselves have it!
I became aware yesterday that without that sense of outrage at a collectively imposed (let’s be nice about it… ) ‘distortion’; without a willingness and an ability to detect the larger, move insidious process that is applied across the board without so much as a ‘Wait a minute! What are we doing here???”; without a capacity to tend to process and notice it’s impact, we are left standing in the domain of physical evidence – the domain of behaviours and outcomes. And yet, it may well be that the crimes we are punishing ourselves for and being punished by others only exist because someone else has insisted that they are so.
Reminds me of all those poor Catholics who went to hell for eating a hot dog on Friday. Who would have thought that it was as easy as changing our minds? How much angst and stress and duress was experienced by how many gazillions from either eating or fear of avoiding eating meat on Friday? Perhaps in the world of being female, saying ‘no’, declaring what is meaningful to us, pulling a chair up to the table… perhaps all of these are the Friday hot dog – and we should just eat away to our little heart’s content!
