One morning you wake up and fear has taken a backseat to extraordinary possibility.
Today, I open wildly to my breath. Full….deep….breath infused body…..life…. I realize that as I cut of my breath half way in and half way out, I am cutting off the life force. Half alive, half living. Today, my breath calls out for a gentle full, conscious breath each time the air gently enters and exits my body. A holy act occurring thousands of times every day. Whispering in my ear, is the voice quietly, but forcefully beckoning, ” Give full attention to the gift and the wisdom of the inhale and exhale”.
The ability to see beyond the obvious, simply requires a slowing down from the frenzy of every-day life and an opening of your heart. The vision and ability to see will come with the integration back to yourself that arrives with a slow breath, the ability be still, to be silent, and not do anything other than to settle into yourself.
Once you move in that direction, what begins to come through, is the sub-text beneath the text; the beauty that springs forth even in the midst of difficulty, and the powerful insight into the world beyond the obvious.
We have grown up with the idea that we are inherently creative beings or we are not ….Most of believing that we are not. Creativity is an innate and integral part of our who we are. It is not a talent, although it can manifest itself as that. Creativity is a letting go - a natural expression of ourselves that becomes a visible outpouring of our life’s energy into the world. With each expression of that unique creativity, the world is changed. We don’t think of ourselves as having that power in the world, but we do. Each time we are bold enough to unleash our creativity onto the world, there is shift - a person, a situation, a place, is moved by exposure to that creative force. Our gift is that beauty - that reflection of our creative selves into the world and reciprocally, we are showered back with magnificence.
At every precious moment new perspectives are available. In order to “see”, we are required to slow down and open ourselves to a vision that we may have never before had the ability to consider. An unopened heart may be able to take in the beauty of violet flower blooming in spring, but may not be able to consider the perspective of that same flower, as a black and white photograph where all new intricacies become visible. Each moment presents the opportunity to make that shift - to see infinite new perspectives.
Our miraculous bodies are our guides and our signposts. We have disconnected from the inner knowing that they are our trusted barometer; our gages to judge how in-balance we are. We instead look to outside indicators of our health, our happiness, our well being, when the body knows everything. It is truly our temple - We’ve simply forgotten how to worship it.
So much seems to point back to the fact that we don’t take the time to connect to our most basic and primal sources of our true knowledge. This is a crazy and fast moving world in which we live. We’d rather pop a pill or see a doctor once something has gone wrong, rather than respectfully tuning into the body as the ultimate guide. Your body will tell you when you are too tired, when you are eating in an imbalanced way, when you are not providing it with enough exercise, when stress is so debilitating that it’s damaging your cells one by one, and sapping your life-force.
Much like the disconnect with nature and the natural world that we’re experiencing, the disconnection with the body, slaps the face of the most ancient wisdom. We ignore it at our peril. If we listen and hear the whispers, it will guide us to health, a sense of peace, and toward the power of our most basic life force.
If you take up residence in the light of your soul
You will no longer confuse
That which is necessary
With the illusion of what you think you need
My life is all about the inner journey - I suppose that it always has been. For years, I lived solely in the world of the concrete; the place of believing only in what I saw, touched, experienced, had false control over. That was the house in which I dwelled.
Life has a way of twisting and turning you, and taking you to unexpected places, where your perspective gets flipped upside down. You don’t see it coming, but when it does, nothing is the same. Instead of being turned inside out, I was woven into a fabric that turned me outside in.
I read a definition of home that was, “Home is a place where something flourishes, is most typically found, or from which it originates”. I am back home now. I rejoice at being in nature, soaking in beauty and breathing it through my eyes, skin and full body, deep and nurturing conversations with true friends and family, introspection and solitude, digging my hands into the earth of my garden, a cold iced tea on a hot summer day, singing a country song, sitting on the porch with my dog, and finding myself with my cats by the fire on a brisk fall day.
This is where I flourish, where I am found, and the place from which I originated.