Breathless
There are times when my life leaves me breathless. This is one of those times.
Since July and my last Decloaking experience, my life has been shot out of a cannon! I think of those street racers who use nitrous oxide (or something like that!) for a burst of power that has them bridge the great divide between being just fueled and being jet propelled! Since July, I am jet propelled!
A blur of life – Decloaking; Alaska Cruise; creating the 20-cd set from Decloaking; Entrepreneurial Women; Day of Discovery, Engaging and Awakening Others… each of these inviting conversations far beyond any boundaries previously established. Each conversation ending by overlapping with what would (normally) be the next conversation at a higher order of thinking. But they’re not staying neatly packaged and are seeping through, one to the next.
I am very mindful of the metaphor that this is becoming in my life. No boundaries. Or the boundaries that appear are, in truth, artificial.
No required sequential, linear process. It is taking less and less for us to move more and more.
And it is all about women. Women gathering in small groups, talking…. but not about the frequently repetitive, often mind-numbing drivel that far too many of us have committed our lives to; but conversations that, like nitrous oxide, shoot us out of one reality and into another. As simple as that.
I declared some time ago that I was looking for those 10 women who would live large and live fully, standing unapologetically in the truth of the immensity of who they are. Not 10 women to be like me or do what I do; but 10 women unwilling to NOT be them… unwilling to NOT be fully present, fully awake and fully engaged in living their lives meaningfully – no matter what it takes.
They are slowly appearing. Women who are discovering the power of their own, simple truth. Women who are willing to be seen and heard for the truth of who they are. Women who are unashamed of non-compliance; unapologetic for being ‘out of alignment’ with expectations from family, employer, colleagues and friends; women who are choosing to trust the truth of their own experience rather than defer to the truth of another.
In these moments we discover that the truth…. OUR truth… shall indeed, set us free.
Free of our history. We are not the sum total of our experience, to date. We are much more!
Free of our habits. Our habits are designed to be in service to our intentions, not have us be in service to the habits that run our lives.
Free of our fear. Our fear of discovering that we are more than we have imagined carries with it the response-ability to redefine and redesign our lives.
No one can live our lives for us, although to be sure great efforts have been made for this to be so. Following mindlessly some doctrine of another era will doubtless leave us wondering why we bother getting out of bed in the morning!
Today, I had the great gift of being invited into the quiet thoughts of a smart, curious, courageous and powerful young woman who is just now discovering more of who and what she is. In her words, she wrote of marveling at the weather and noticing that on the holodeck of her experience, she is creating it all. Can that be? Are we truly that potent in the living of our own lives? Does what goes on outside of me mirror what is moving inside of me? In that realization comes the insight that we are the force that shapes it all – whether we like it or not; and we are the only force that can change the truth of our experience – whether we like it or not.
As a philosophy, that can make for an interesting conversation. As an experience of our ‘reality’, that can be both exhilarating and terrifying! How can I come to own the tumor in my belly and know that I have created, that, too? How can we step into those conversations and not be silenced by the uproar of ‘blaming the victim’? In order to ‘blame the victim’, we have to have a world view that says we are that victim. That is not my world.
And so it continues. Two weeks in Ottawa and then back to Oceanstone for the annual Whispers from Within Women’s Writing Retreat; and one more (my last) Day of Discovery in Halifax. And then, quietly closing loops that have long been present, in preparation of opening new ones that will guide me home.
I am drawing to me amazing women. Women of great force; women of strength of body, mind and spirit; women whose depth of love and caring is tempered with the Fire of their own passion to LIVE FULLY and LIVE LARGE! What greater gift can we be to another than to be the living expression of claiming ourSelves and the invitation to them to do so the same. Imagine! A world designed in abundance and endless potential. Does it get any better than that?
I am glad to be back. I have often thought of how so many women gather in small groups, talking… and have long known we have so much more to explore than what our lives have been. Rather than choosing to stand together in our misery – each seeking comfort in the assurance that they are not alone in that misery – we can choose to stand together in our curiosity and courage, unwilling to be less than who we know we are. Although we are the only ones who can carve out the path of our existence, we do not have to walk it alone.
There is more….
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