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Is That REALLY Fear?

January 1, 2012

“Love bravely, live bravely, be courageous, there’s really nothing to lose.”

– Jewel

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The powerful shifts of 2012 began this morning before I had even gotten out of my pyjamas.

My cells feel scrambled and the world looks different than it did 20 minutes ago.

I started the day listening to the last Circe’s Tribe call recording. In the opening meditation, Jamie had us visualise something that included a colour and an emotion associated with it.  The colour that I saw was pink, and when she said emotion, I thought that I felt panic.  I have been feeling that feeling off an on for a few months now and I have been swallowing that feeling down, giving myself heartache in the process.

I almost stopped listening, but then a question came into my head: “Is that actually panic that I am feeling? Is it really fear or could it be another energy? Could it be power? Excitement? Passion? The colour was pink after all?!”

The question stopped me cold.  In that moment I realised that I have the same reaction to all of the great big strong emotions. Afraid of their bigness, I call them all the same thing: fear. Being afraid of them meant that I stopped knowing what they really were.

That realisation brought on the most incredible feeling of expansion.

Then anxiousness.

Then excitement.

Big excitement.

And then I wrote this in my journal:

“Q: What do I focus on next?
I commit to meeting my emotions, naming and allowing them; letting them be as big as they need to be and expanding myself so that I am big enough and brave enough to hold them.”
“Q: What do I do next?

I commit to meeting my emotions, naming and allowing them; letting them be as big as they need to be and expanding myself so that I am big enough and brave enough to hold them.”

There’s that feeling again, but I am going to walk over and meet it face-to-face.

yes.

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Meeting The Writing Warrior

October 10, 2011

“Don’t write today from your experience of writing yesterday.”

– Laraine Herring, The Writing Warrior

 

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When I stand in a bookstore and wonder whether or not a book belongs to me, I take a breath, open the book and let it tell me something.  I love this moment of possible connection so much that to me it feels like a prayer.

Mark and I went to Glastonbury last week (if you’ve never been, come visit me and we’ll go together!) In The Speaking Tree, I absently ran my fingers over the spines of all of the gentle, spiritual supportive titles, not feeling a great pull to any of them until: “Me,” The Writing Warrior whispered. “I am who you are looking for.”

I pulled it off off the shelf, feeling a bit uncomfortable. The word warrior felt scary but energetic. Pause. Breathe. Open. Read.

“Don’t write today from your experience of writing yesterday.”

Reading that sent electric sparks through my body.

Everything I do seems to be tethered to the past.  Nostalgia and history are my mode of operation in so many ways.  I don’t write how I want to write because of reactions I have had in the past.  I do things because they have always been done that way before. I haven’t followed the whisperings of my heart because they do not relate to anything I have seen someone else do.

I worry about committing to my path because of the way other people have walked theirs.

Honestly?  I have been afraid of who I could become.  What if you don’t like me anymore? What if what is in my heart clamouring to come out makes me so weird that there is no coming back to normal life?  Writing about the sacred as I feel it is so much easier than letting the sacred out.

And who am I to write it anyway?

I am going to try to put all of that down and show up at the page.

“Don’t write today from your experience of writing yesterday.”

Deep breath. Pause. Write.

Here goes nothing.

xo

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Where Do I Fit?

October 5, 2011

“All mystics speak the same language for they come from the same country.” – Saint-Martin

 

Sunlight through trees meg

Where do you go when you don’t fit anywhere?

This question has been haunting me for a very long time.  I – like many others – never quite felt that I fit. I didn’t ever really have a dream or a heroine that I could point to and emphatically say: “that is what I want to be when I grow up.” I thought I wanted to teach, I thought I wanted to write, I thought I wanted to run an outdoor education centre, I thought I wanted to get married and have two point two kids, but I never knew.

This past summer I spent some time in a place that is holy for me.  From the time that I was small, Algonquin Park in Ontario has soothed my soul.  Walking one of the trails, I realized that despite the steep climb, for the first time in a long time, I was feeling peace.  It wasn’t because I had found any answers to my perpetual questions, it was because I was letting the park – one of my oldest friends – guide me.

I’ve been trying to distill the lesson I got into something coherent, but it is elusive. It’s not a sentence or a phrase, it is a feeling. To find where you fit, you need to find what feels sacred to you and do that or be there as much as you can.  If go go there with an open heart and a willing soul, you will see glimpses of the peace that has been eluding you.

You will find that your fit isn’t so hard to find after all.

xo