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The Simple Lesson

May 23, 2016

To navigate the wild world, you need to move your basic perceptual and analytical thinking out of your head and into the whole inner space of the body.Martha Beck

It’s been hot today – so hot that I had to strip down to as little as I could and lie as still as possible, just to try to think about something other than being hot.

I’ve had a crazy headache for the past four days and a case of hives for the past month. Our internet only gives us five minutes at a time.

I am sitting in our living room watching the rain fall. The breeze is luscious, and we have opened every door and window in order to let that breeze have its way with us.

The rain is bringing lots of leaves down around us, and it seems that more than statistically should be are ending up in the pool.

As I watch, a small green and black frog uses our patio as his path out for the evening. A gecko chases his dinner around the window screen. Some strange insect that looks suspiciously like dryer lint makes its way across the rocks outside the window. The rain falls straight down.

It all tells me the same thing.

There are ways, I know, that we could put things into place that would make us feel more in control here. Air conditioning would make us think it was a ‘better’ temperature. Better screens would keep bugs and snakes and spiders and butterflies out of the house. We could hire someone (as many here do) to clean our pool. We could try to make our life here as easy as possible; pretend we had some control.

Taking a pain killer will put a pause on my headache and an antihistamine will give me a break from my hives. A bottle of wine would make me forget my worries for an hour or two. I could list dozens of other things I could do – have done – to help me forget where I am uncomfortable or ashamed or generally unhappy.

But all of that would be missing the point.

The lesson that living in the jungle is teaching me is that I am as unimportant in the grand scheme of things as it is possible to be. We all are. I have met trees here that are older than we can imagine, and every inch of ground is populated by insects smaller than I can see. If we walked away from this house and nobody came back, it would be claimed by the jungle in a heartbeat. They fix our electrics and a tree takes them out again. They fix the road and the rain washes it away.

None of it matters.

But the rest of the lesson – the true lesson – is that I am also equally as important as that tree; as the gecko; as the rain. Every ring is a part of the whole. Every creature is a critical piece of the picture; every drop returns eventually to the ocean.

All of it matters.

I am it, it is me, and my place in it is to be as present in the moment as I can while doing my best to keep perspective on the rest. I have not got – never had – any control over any of it. (No matter how much all of the current thinking says we do.) The only thing I can control is how I choose to react to each moment; how I choose to be.

And if it sounds ludicrous and self-important, maybe it is. Maybe it’s not. Maybe it doesn’t matter.

So in this moment, I choose to notice the heat, the rain, the gecko and the frog, the leaves floating on the surface of the pool, the greyness of the sea, my husband and the dinner he is cooking.

In this precise moment, that is all there is.

And I am grateful.

xo

inspiring women

Welcome, Friends! (An Invocation)

May 20, 2016
Every Tuesday morning I meet with a group of women and we talk about marriage and friendship and community. And we also talk about faith and doubt and the condition of our spirits. We make space for all the leanings of our lives. They are my ardenthearted and I am forever grateful to be walking with them. ~ Alisha Sommer

 

This week, the wondrous Alisha Sommer wrote the piece above about a group of her friends. It struck a deep chord in my heart and I knew it was something I needed to think about some more. We are committing to this place and we are about to begin building our dream. My physical world is about to get far more man-full in the next 6-12 months.

And I am finally ready to fill it with just as many, or more, women. Women who I can meet face-to-face.  I am officially calling in my own ardenthearted group of women.

I am a big believer in behaving like it has already happened, so here is my invitation, my love letter, and my invocation. Universe, I ask for this, or something better!


 

Dear You,

Thank you! Thank you for being my friend.

Thank you for holding my heart with tenderness and fierceness and respect and love.

Thank you for not giving a shit if my – or your – house is clean.

Thank you for being there when it matters – and knowing when that is.

Thank you for talking with me about spirituality and faith and doubt and creativity and inspiration.

Thank you for meeting up to talk about absolutely nothing important – just because we like to hang out.

Thank you for occasionally talking with me about moving to an all-female commune, and equally not being threatened or annoyed when I want to talk about how much I love my husband.

Thank you for absolutely and always having my back.

Thank you for shared coffee or tea or green juice or smoothies or wine or margaritas or whatever it is we need most at the time.

Thank you for honesty and sass and spirit and tears and hand-holding and ass-kicking and silliness and shrewdness and kindness and fun.

Thank you for having a full life of your own and understanding that if sometimes we don’t talk for days, it is nothing personal.

Thank you for knowing that this doesn’t mean I don’t love you.

Thank you for understanding if I never cook for you. Truly. I’m terrible at it.

Thank you for being a part of a rich, supportive, growing circle of friends; of a community of amazing men and women. We are so lucky to be here, now!

Thank you for inspiring me with your heart and your contribution.

Thank you for making me laugh so hard and so much.

Thank you for knowing me. Seeing me. Getting me.

Mostly, thank you for finding me.

I love you!

xomeghan

 

 

Cahoots

Magical Freedom

May 16, 2016

So that is the final work of the exile who finds her own: to not only accept one’s individuality, one’s specific identity as a certain kind of person, but also to accept one’s beauty… the shape of one’s soul and the fact that living close to that wild creature transforms us an all that it touches.” ~ Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes

One of my favourite things to do is read magical fiction – but a very specific type of magical fiction. I like a magical/ powerful woman, a good story, and a ‘normal’ setting. Books like Garden Spells, Practical Magic, or Chocolat all make me indescribably happy. I don’t read books, I gulp them down. When I find a good one, I pretty much ignore everything else until I finish, and then I rise, blinking back into reality like a long-distance swimmer. But books like those are sometimes hard to find…

So I am only partly ashamed to tell you that recently I have recently been reading Nora Roberts.  Not only do some of her books revolve around magical women (and yes, an awful lot of romance), in a fairly normal setting, but she writes them in threes. I started with Dark Witch and now I am reading the Three Sisters trilogy.

I have been reading because I have felt drawn to be quiet. To go in. I’ve been hibernating a bit again; gathering my thoughts and my energy as I tried to find out who I was and where I fit into the world I now inhabit. I was feeling overwhelmed with all of the look-for-the-light-I’m-selling-brightness of the online world. It was getting so that every time I signed off I felt like a kid at a party who has had too much ice cream and orange pop and then played for too long on a bouncy castle: fried.

I am an avid believer in the light. In magic. In joy being our prime directive. But I am also a believer in the night. In the darkness. In balance. Without the dark, how can we enjoy the light?

But I didn’t know where to put myself. I am not and never will be a beacon of unrelenting light. I will never be a totally-committed-to-kale-as-a-drink yogi. I am also not a deep, dark creature of the night. I’m a healthy, complicated, complex and often changing mixture of all of it.

It’s an old old story, but we are still and always being sold all of the ways we are not good enough. In my opinion the current wave of wellness, goodness and light is just adding another layer to the ways we feel like we are not measuring up. Nobody. NOBODY can sustain goodness and mercy and joy and positive thoughts all of the time.

And the more I think about it the more I realize that we are not supposed to.

There is light and there is dark. There is masculine and there is feminine. There is yin and there is yang. There is night and there is day. A tree, no matter whether it grows in the middle of a field or in the depth of the forest has just as much of its energy growing into the darkness as it has reaching for the light.

It’s about the peace that comes from knowing that there needs to be balance, and that any of our trips into the ‘dark’ are not cause for guilt or shame or self-loathing, but instead important steps in our growth.

I knew it was how I was feeling, but today I got the final nudge – from Ms. Roberts, of all people.

In the current trilogy the women are all witches, but it is their differences that make them powerful as a circle. To put it simply, one is nurturing, one is about justice and one is full of passion and fire. As I read, I found myself wanting to be like the nurturing one: wishing I was the cooking, caring, kind person in my world.

I was not using that desire to see where I could grow or where there were messages for me, but instead adding guilt and shame for all of the ways I am not already there.  I was not celebrating all of my actual gifts: the things that make me special, powerful, interesting, powerful…and magical. I was not remembering my value, my power, my joy.

I was judging myself. And I finally really got that doing that was just wasting my precious time. And time is all I’ve got.

It’s not about getting there. It’s not about balance. It’s not about searching for the light. It’s about living: all in and all good. It’s about joining forces with the universe and God and your complex and very personal support squad of friends and family and angels and ancestors and guides and remembering that all that there is, all that is guaranteed, is change.

It’s about freeing ourselves from suffering over all that we are not.

It’s about having faith that by walking, dancing, creating, and yes, surviving this thing called our life, in all of its hues and challenges, we will know the true light when we see it.

It’s not about balance. It’s about freedom. 

Magical Freedom.

From my heart to yours ~ xo