It is a charcoal coloured day outside. I mentally chewing on multiple equally compelling facts. 1) my nephew is a national rowing champion, 2) my sister is stuck at home with a concussion 3) the U.S is about to choose a new president, and 4) both dear friends and a soul-full family of "strangers" are standing guard as the stewards for the waters of our world in North Dakota as I write.
My mind is churning and I have so many things I feel like I "should" be writing about today. But, as my mother says regularly - it is not nice to 'should' upon yourself... And so, for today, I am listening to her.
With a brain is full of fog left over from last nights seizures, my day is coming to a close.
As I wait for my boys to return to warm the house with rattling reports of their day, I have roused myself from a brief window of rest to write.
The world has its media lens on the United States today. There are political rants and rousing speeches being made from hearts and homes all over the planet. There is every opportunity to reach outside of ourselves for answers to quell the rousing anxiety that is currently washing through the waters of our world. But, instead of swimming in fear and drinking all the kool-aid on offer, I have decided to stop, listen and feel.
To turn off the T.V, put down the papers and the podcasts, and tune in, and towards the details of my body's wild inner wisdom. For it is in these moments of quiet, that I begin to understand just how loud my automatic mind can be.
Three words...Stop, Listen and Feel.
It is the beginning of personal paradigm shifts, and a self-health revolutions rooted in soul-full authentic reflection.
Whether you are in your home tonight watching the election, standing in solidarity at Standing Rock in North Dakota, or simply getting dinner on the table and a toddler into bed; your life desires to be known, witnessed and wanted...as it is in this moment...perfect in its imperfections. Strangely, it is the daily deluge of sound bites, images and insults to our senses, and our soul...the minutia of our manmade micro-moments that act as the fertilizer needed for the inner landscape of our lives. One can not help but react or respond, the choice between the two lays itself bare in the temple of our conscience as we navigate the details of our days.
Beyond the characters in the human dramas playing out in front of us, is the opportunity to become aware of our deep inner ecology. To name and know the landscape of our beliefs, and reclaim access to the blue print of our essential being. This is a moment to claim your right to a life by your own design. To offer your voice to the constellation of an empowered collective. Now is the time, when we are being compelled to understand where exactly we are at odds with the life we have built around ourselves. From the micro to the macro lens of life, we are being called to dig into the process of excavating the meaning we making out of our lived experiences.
To stop, listen and feel - where are we out of balance with the giving and receiving required to build bold, beautiful and uniquely brilliant lives? And how to come bak into harmony with what is essential to our sense of self?
What aspects of our most honest inner world have we compartmentalized, and sentenced to multiple seasons of silence? And can we bear the weight of vulnerability of being fully seen? To offer our voice into the song that celebrates the full spectrum of our shared humanity? Can we risk seeing ourselves in others? Shadow and light, masculine and feminine, good and evil?
Can we risk embodying confidence, and faithfully trust in the courage of our convictions, while playing with the possibility that there is always something that can build bridges of connection, community and compassion with all beings?
Wishing you all a sweet sleep tonight, and the space to stop, listen and feel into your wild wisdom within as the sun rises on a new tomorrow.
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