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Starting Down a New Path

October 8, 2012

“In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions. When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?” – Gabrielle Roth

 

Welcome!  I am so happy that you are here.

 

If you have read my work in the past, you know that it has been about the search for myself and who I was supposed to be in this world.  The story of that search has come over from my old website and is in the archive along the side of the page.

BUT

From this post forward, this is a whole new website.

First of all, I am coming out of the closet and nailing my Sacred/ Feminine/ Seeking/ Woowoo/ Whimsical Writer shingle to the front door.  This site and all it encompasses is now bravely claimed by me!  (I used to blog as megg in an attempt to be a bit selective about who actually saw my freak flag flying.)

Second of all, most of this blog is going to be about stories.

Claude Debussy said, “Music is the space between the notes.”  Well I would argue that the spaces, the pauses, and the moments we spend without words are what give our stories their power.

I’d like to start you off with a story right now.  There will be another one on Wednesday, so I hope you will come again soon.

I am looking forward to our adventure together.

with love, Meghan

xoox

 

Who Do I Think I Am? by Meghan Genge (3:38)

 

 

 

 

Musings, spirituality, The Seeker

The power of I am.

September 13, 2010

“I am neither especially clever nor especially gifted. I am only very, very curious.” – Albert Einstein

 

window bathI hear myself say two words a lot.  I hear them attached to words like fat, crazy, Canadian and deaf.  I hear myself parroting them with an air of total finality as if the decision has been made.  They must be true because I preface those things with “I am.”

But who exactly am I?  When I try to make a list I hear a little voice saying, “No, I’m not,” about things that are both good and bad.  There are lots of things that I am sometimes, a few things that I would like to change and lots of things that I wish I was but can’t claim as truth yet.

When I find a new blog or a new site and see that they have a huge, juicy profile I always read it with equal doses of envy and incredulity.  Are they really all of those things?  How miraculous that they can put it down in black and white and claim a long list of who they are.  A quick look at Twitter profiles finds people who are: photographers, adventure-seekers, CEOs, dreamers, tree huggers, vegetarians, activists, coaches, artists, or yoginis.  If you look harder, you can also find leprechauns and faeries, MBAs, authors, designers and comedians.  I’m in awe of those who can so easily claim who they are.  What if they find that they are not?  What if they suddenly realize that they are something else?

By saying, “I am,” we claim ourselves.  Like Baby in Dirty Dancing we claim our dance space.  “I am” sends a ripple of power out into the world and creates a little bit more of our reality.  Care and clarity is certainly required: we wouldn’t want a muddled reality!

So, tentatively, I am stepping out to claim a little bit of dance space for myself.  No more passive use of those most powerful of words allowed.  When I say “I am” from now on I am going to mean it.

Who am I?  Watch this space.

xo

The Seeker, writing

Who am I?

August 29, 2010

“What you call yourself matters.
Words send signals, labels are magnetic.
Your soul deserves accuracy.”- Danielle LaPorte

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My latest lesson has come up half a dozen times in the last few weeks. Lessons are like that. First they tap and then they knock and then they yell and then they show up with a brass band, horses and hula-hooping acrobats. I’m trying to learn how to listen when they tap or knock because it is getting increasingly difficult to clean up horse shit.

Jamie and the amazing group of women from Circe’s Circle were the tap. It wasn’t easy being called on my lack of ability to say, “I am a writer,” but it was exactly what I needed. Then I opened Danielle LaPorte’s site this morning and I heard a knock. I figured I’d better answer this door before the yelling starts.

“Recognize if you’ve outgrown your “title”.
Deepen your claim, or lighten it right up.
Carve out your own personal lexicon. Snug, and radiant.
Educate people in who you are.
We want to know, for real. ” – Danielle LaPorte

Who am I?

Armed with journal, pen, and my pink suede Oxford Dictionary for clarification, I am off to make a list. My soul does deserve accuracy. (As does yours – you are welcome to join me. Who accurately are you?)

I’ll meet you soon.

xo