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And she gets it.

February 19, 2010

“Believe me, the secret for harvesting from existence the greatest fruitfulness and greatest enjoyment is – to live dangerously.” – Nietzsche

 

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I’m scared of the dark.  I’m scared of the dark, mushrooms, violent images, cooking, failing, putting pictures of myself on my blog, and so much more.  But another thing I have been scared of is quotes like the one at the top of this post: quotes that make you think that in order to live a “wild and precious life” (Mary Oliver) you have to throw caution to the wind, bite the bullet, and streak naked through your life.  Talk about scary!

But this morning a light went on.  In the spirit of my red year, I have picked up Sera Beak’s The Red Book again. Nervously reading it (it feels like a streaking naked book!) this morning, I suddenly got it. At the end of the introduction Sera writes:

“Ask yourself: How intensely do I want to exist?”

Click.

Yes.

Crap.

It’s not about causing trouble or being naughty or being dangerous.  It’s not about shaking other people up, or pushing societies’ rules, or reciting poetry in your pajamas standing on your head on a busy street corner while blowing bubbles out of your ass.  It’s about how intensely you are willing to experience your life.  It is about the choices you make in every moment of every day of your very own life.  It’s about being conscious.

I am ashamed to say that I have been consistently choosing the least conscious, and therefore easier option lately.  But is it easier?  In the long run is it easier to choose easy and then live with regret and self condemnation or would it actually be easier to make the more difficult choice and live with self esteem and pride?

How intensely do I want to exist?  How can I live dangerously on my own terms?  What am I going to do with my own wild and precious life?   I’m not sure.  I am going to sit with those questions for awhile and see where they take me now that I am not afraid of them anymore.  At this point even baby steps feel gloriously dangerous.

“Ask yourself: How intensely do I want to exist?”

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Trusting Darkness

January 13, 2010

“How might your life be different if you could trust your darkness… could trust your own darkness?”- Judith Duerk

 

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

I say I am sorry more than any other feeling I am capable of.  I say it when I bump into people or when I can’t hear them properly. I say it when I feel like I am being too much or too little.  I say it when I feel like in some way I have to apologize for being just where I am in the universe.

“I’m sorry for telling you something that you might not like to hear.  I am sorry for showing you that my life is not the perfect picture it seems from the outside. I am sorry for letting my guard slip and showing you that underneath it all I am imperfect and splendidly human.  I am sorry for showing the fragility of who I am.  I am sorry for dumping it on you.  I am sorry for being inconvenient.  I am sorry that I am feeling tired/ irritable/ hormonal/ depleted/ cranky/ sad/ hungry/ excitable/ messy.  I am sorry that me being in this place at this time is making you in any way uncomfortable.”

We say it, and sadly we mean it. We apologize for being ourselves.

But what if we weren’t sorry?  What if we allowed ourselves to be just what we we were in every given moment?  What if we stood in the middle of our lives and let ourselves be as much or as little or as emotional or as full or as empty or as blue or as ridiculous as we needed to be?

What if we stopped apologizing for being who we are?

Imagine who we would then be allowed to be.

We’d be perfect.

(P.S. Thank you so much for all of your lovely supportive comments on my last post.  We are okay.  The house still smells terrible, so if you have any wonderful ideas or special scented candles you can recommend, send it this way!!)
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Playing Medium

October 30, 2009

“What are the conditions you’d need in your world in order to feel like you were living in paradise?” – Richard Geer

 

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Doesn’t that quote fill you with a bit of a delicious tingle? To me it feels dangerous and big. I’ve been surrounded by delicious and dangerous thoughts lately. They have been streaming out of the world towards me as if they have just all been waiting – lining up – until I began to pay attention.

Something I was reading lately said that everything you need to know is always all around you, but until you are ready for it – until something in you resonates with it – it will remain invisible. I love that. I played with that thought yesterday as I had a big-city adventure. I tried to notice what I noticed. Why did I see certain people and things and not others? More importantly, what wasn’t I seeing? What are my filters keeping from me?

I watched a video this morning by Christine Kane. In it she talks about being in the “Play-Big Zone.” Funnily enough, it was when she talked about “playing medium” that my little soul perked up. I saw that part: it got through my filters. Playing medium means that you feel like you are nearly there, but you don’t let yourself be bigger. You catch glimpses of who you could be, but then you get scared and turn away, falling into bad habits and avoidance tendancies. I heard Christine loud and clear right then and recognized myself in her words. But I don’t want to resonate with medium! So I backed the thing up and watched her video again. I paid better attention, and found that it scared me a lot! No wonder I hadn’t really listened the first time. Part of me wanted to make art out of her words and hang it on my door and begin to play bigger. The other part of me was scared: “But I’d have to take it down if people came over, because what if people saw it?” HA! and: “But I don’t think I can do it, it’s too much pressure.” Double HA!

Maybe I am really not lazy. Maybe I have just been avoiding potential. It’s safer and warmer here in the land of medium. It’s not too hot or too cold,and I don’t have to put my head above the parapet and risk rejection or mockery or worse still: success. I don’t have to forge my own way, I can sit and read about other people’s adventures. It’s nice here, all snug and safe and almost.

But am I finally ready for big? Are you?