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Fear or Passion?

May 24, 2010

“If we don’t offer ourselves to the unknown, our senses dull. Our world becomes small and we lose our sense of wonder. Our eyes don’t lift to the horizon; our ears don’t hear the sounds around us. The edge is off our experience, and we pass our days in a routine that is both comfortable and limiting. We wake up one day and find that we have lost our dreams in order to protect our days.” – Kent Nerburn

 

monkey treeIt is possible to have an epiphany while watching daytime television. I had one this morning.  Stephen Fry was being interviewed about a program he has made about the music of Wager.  He said that when he hears Wagner, he has a physical reaction, much like the one you get when you are at the dentist and they hit a nerve and your whole body gets a jolt.  My first thought:  I don’t feel that way about anything.  My epiphany: maybe it’s reversable.

I need to say that I am not a cold fish; I do feel things very strongly.  The physical feelings of fear and passion, however, are very similar.  This morning I wondered if there have been times when I have mistaken one for the other.  To allow something external to have the effect of a jolt of energy internally is a very brave act.  To go with that feeling right to the end without running away from it or dismissing it as fear is downright audacious.

I have memories of being too much for people. I’ve been too smart, too fat, too messy, too loud, too old, too lots of things.  We have all had to quiet down, dim down, dumb down, slim down, or tone it down.  To stop being too much we needed to stop giving in to the bigger, brighter, bolder impulses. Passion and excitement began to make us nervous, and perhaps it was there that the feelings got muddled.

Nerves or excitement? Fear or passion? Jolts of energy. Un-swallowed tears. It’s time to remember.  It’s time to let go.  I want a good old big fat lump in my throat and I want me some healthy goosebumps.  Passion, you are officially invited back in to my life.

(Good news: I got a healthy shiver down my spine just typing this! RRrrooooaaaRRrrr.)

xo

Brave, emotions

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!!)