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Grateful December

December 1, 2013

“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” – Thornton Wilder

peeking through red meghan genge

I dug deep in November. Deeper than I thought I was going to go. I now know that the Redfox Retreat – everything about it – changed me on a cellular level. It gave me a glimpse of my superpowers. I allowed myself to open to who I am and how I can be in the world in a totally different way.

I’ve always had a strange energetic connection to things. I get shivers up and down my back when I connect with something. It’s like the feeling that comes “when someone walks over your grave”, but it’s deeper inside than that. Up until recently I had turned it off. The only time it got through was when I was overwhelmed with the force of something. Watching the London marathon every year, for example, leaves me weeping. The sheer positive force of all of those people is something I can’t block out. And Remembrance Day services? Forget it.

At Redfox, I made the decision to allow myself to be fully open. To be present. To not block the connections. I thought I was going to be overwhelmed, but instead it was a lovely, gentle connection to the women who were present.

That is, until the night we lit the cauldron.

I won’t go into the details because they are private and sacred, but as each woman stepped forward and said her piece, I was shivering and shaking uncontrollably. Luckily, there was a grounded and gracious soul holding me up through the whole thing; keeping me present and safe enough to let it continue.

The shift that happened when I let myself feel those feelings pushed me to explore everything more deeply in November. I looked at who I AM, not who I wish I could be or who I would be if I was different, or even who I am at my worst. I tried very hard to present myself – not future me, not past me – present me. Now.

I looked at who I am in this exact moment.  And what I found is astonishing.

In Care of the Soul Thomas Moore says, “Observance of the soul can be deceptively simple. You take back what has been disowned. You work with what is, rather than what you wish you were.”

I always thought that in order to move forward I needed to have a plan to change myself in some way. I realise now that this is complete bullshit. What matters is where my heart and mind are right now. I know that that is not new or radical, but for me it is enormous.

So I am dedicating December to gratitude. For me, gratitude is about being fully present. it’s about really seeing the treasures and the connections and the sacred in all things.

Today? I am grateful for the warm hand that held mine at the cauldron, and for all of those women, and for the months between then and now. And I am grateful for you. Thank you for being in my life.

xoox

 

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180 Degree Turn

November 24, 2013

“The first morning ever to have seen the sun must have run the other way. Until she found that it was only getting earlier that way. When she spun one-hundred eighty degrees and beheld the sweet light rising through the trees, she fell to her knees and began to smile, because she had been in darkness for a long, long while.” – Ben Taylor Nothing I Can Do

 

I woke up with this song in my head. More precisely, I woke up with the first line of this song in my head. After I finished journalling this morning, I found that the song was being persistent, so I looked it up. Turns out to be perfect for where my head is currently. More on that this week, but in the meantime, have a listen and a very lovely Sunday.

xoox

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Expectations Managed.

November 13, 2013

“Just reach for the stars if it feels right.” – Maroon 5 Moves Like Jagger

Expecting a Unicorn meghan genge

All of my life people have been managing my expectations. My parents had to, bless them. My family helped me believe in magic, so I was a little girl who wanted the moon and was very VERY unhappy when she didn’t get it. I had lists. Lists of how things were going to go, how I wanted them to go and what I needed to do or pack or accomplish to get there.

I still make lists.

At school, the teachers didn’t know what to do with the girl who believed in magic. I wanted to be the lead in every play. I wanted to get gold stars and best-in-classes. It wasn’t because that was necessarily the smart thing to do, but because those things were the best possible outcome.

Magic.

So they managed my expectations. Frankly, I still needed a little managing then. A little.

But the problem is that at 39, people are continuing to attempt to manage my expectations. People who have no business in my business.

Why?

Why is it wrong to want the magical? The mystical? The delightful? The perfect? The divine?

Which would you rather: a) expect the ordinary and be happy when you get it or b) expect magic and miracles and be happy when something wonderful happens? (P.S. You are big enough now to deal with whatever happens.)

“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land amongst the stars.” Brian Littrell said that. But Brian, with all due respect, I disagree. I have operated on managed expectations for 39 years now and I have to say, it’s not enough for me.

I expect magic. I expect miracles. I don’t want to shoot for the moon anymore. It’s “second star to the right and straight on ’til morning” for me.

And to everyone who wants me to be practical or rational or who wants to explain to me why I shouldn’t want more?

Thank you for caring so much. But from now on my expectations will be managed by me.

I love you.

But I’ve got this.

 

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