Trusting the Inner Voice and the growing seeds of the Graceful Warrior

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There is definitely something afoot that feels a bit different from where I have been for quite awhile.  Perhaps it is all of the signs of Spring swirling around me.  The blossom buds on the trees, the baby ducks following their mother around the pond, the new shoots that are springing up from my flower bed.  Each of these natural signs is whispering … “grow, grow, grow… now is the time for taking action…” Yet I continue to struggle with discerning the voice between fear and intuition when it comes to taking ANY action vs. public action.  Because I know part of my bigger purpose/passion as to why I am here, in this life, is to make an important impact with serving others, I am always feeling the pressure to be seen and to “go public” in order to be making an “impact”.

For so long, that “need” to be seen was driven fear that was looking for recognition, approval, and validation outside myself. So the very act of “being out there” was an act of fear in order to convince myself of my worth.  (And the slippery part was that I received lots of accolades and validation.) So now, since spending the last year on my own – mostly not visible to others beside my family in order to focus on my BEing and to really lean into the truth that not only do I have worth simply from who I am BEING – but when my primary focus starts with my BEING then my deepest gifts can really rise to the surface.  It is through the outer DOingness of the past that I continued to keep my most potent gifts buried out of fear of being rejected/judged.

Even now as I write this, I can see that there are kernels of truth and experience of a journey traveled that could be of value/support to another – yet the idea of needing to write for an audience immediately has me start to censor myself.  And start to take inventory as to what I have said – how I have said it – how to package it in order to “get it consumed” by others.

Another parallel aspect of this current theme of cultivating self-trust is… waiting for the resonant YES!  For a long time I did everything I could to avoid getting still/quiet enough where I could even hear my inner voice, let alone trust it.  And over the last year, I have made strides in getting still and befriending the silence… this has been huge because I am now able to hear /feel so many more messages from within – versus merely being bombarded with constant messaging from outside of myself.  Yet I am now at the stage where I get to shift my focus from not just hearing the messages, but trusting the information that is coming through.  And one of the messages that has been coming through is that it is still not time yet for me to be focusing my energies on formal public endeavors.  Now is still the time of building my foundation.  This voice assures me that this is very much an act of DOing – for every day that I continue to DO – my BEingness activities I am building the essential prerequisite muscles that are needed in order to eventually carry the powerful message that I have inside me out into the world.

Mine is a message of a new kind of strength and power – a strength and power that is germinated from within in a New Way.  A new feminine strength and power that lies at the heart of everything that is being created in my life right now.  And without this rock solid inner foundation, the road I am to travel and the message I am to carry will feel too great/challenging/scary.  This is a path for a true graceful warrior who has fought the inner battles and made peace with her perceived inner enemies of the past.  This is the time to be DOing the inner work of integrating my Shadow and my Higher Self – in order to BE the BEing that I am here to be.  So that I may operate in the world as a Resonator with ease rather than struggle.

What is the message that your inner voice of intuition has been prompting you to trust more?

(I share this with you as an act of sharing my writing voice more publicly, yet I have not re-edited the original draft that was written as a personal journal entry.)

Fire Walking Anyone? Anyone?

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“Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.”
Brene Brown

This morning as I was waking, I had a conscious flash that revealed a very real rage… I have been hearing about this rage – that so many of us women supposedly hold.  And although I have worked through many layers of anger and grief related to specific traumatic events in my past, the glimmer of this flavor of rage that I was tapping into felt both comprehensive and collective.  It was a rage felt for a life lived in denial of my True Self.

With just over 40 years to reflect on, for the first time, I was able to tap into how penetrating and constant this rage has been… although almost entirely unconscious until now.  So this raises another question – So what do I do now?  Now that I can see it…what do I do about it?  How do I process through it, feel into it, release it, grieve what has been lost because of it in order to arrive at acceptance?  All of these are steps that I know I must take yet the path through the dark is still unclear.  (Intellectually I can see the end point, yet I know that the feeling work MUST be done… it is non-negotiable.)

I once heard the Truth from a very wise woman who said, “The path to Freedom is messy… meeeeeeessssssyyyyyyyy.”  I know this to be true… the path to Freedom, for me,  requires walking through the fire of vulnerability.  In the past, I had hoped there was a handy secret passageway around the fire pit.  Now I know that searching for those fantasy secret passageways is only a distraction from the real task at hand.  Looks like I have some fire walking in my future.  I do love an adventure… I imagine this will be an Adventure with a capital “A”.

How about you?  What Adventure tips or tools have served you well on your own path to Freedom?

Diving in deep with the Many Faces of the Goddess

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The current stage of my life is about continuing to deepen my reacquaintance with the powerful energies of the Goddess.  This has been the most exhilarating and terrifying journey of my life.  For many decades, I was almost completely cut off from her life-giving power.  And although that part of my path presented many painful obstacles, I now find myself deeply grateful for every moment along the way because it is only in reflection of the pain that I can fully appreciate and be deeply present to the rich aliveness and fulfillment that comes with living fully embodied in my conscious feminine power.

And although my commitment to walking this path is deeply rooted, I continue to learn how diverse, mysterious, and expansive the power of the Goddess can be… for she is anything but predictable.

In fact, she has many faces, all beautiful, yet some much easier for me to step into than others… this is where my work continues.  I have attempted to capture a fraction of her vastness in the poem below.

The Many Faces of the Goddess

She is the Great Nurturing Mother… rich, fertile, grounded, earthy, abundant
She is the Embrace of Compassion… forgiveness, mercy, allowance, acceptance, empathy
She is the Devoted Stillness of the Priestess… flow, silence, intuition, signs, ceremony
She is the Bold Creator / Destroyer… change, creative chaos, transformation, catalyst, liberation
She is the Lady of Communion…intention, sovereignty, integrity, independent, resourceful
She is the Playful Muse…inspiration, spontaneity, wonder, magic, joy
She is the Goddess of Love… beauty, harmony, sensuality, intimacy, self-love
She is the Primal Gypsy… wild, passion, freedom, instinct, body wisdom
She is the Initiator of Truth… clarity, authenticity, challenger, breakthrough, risk
She is the Heart Knowing Wise Woman… guide, wisdom, humility, medicine ways, confidence
She is the Visionary Dream Weaver…synchronicity, oracle, connections, synthesis, myth maker
She is the Queen of Death… completion, surrender, trust, peace, rebirth
She is the Graceful Alchemist…wholeness, union, transcendence, triumph, glory
She is She
She is Me
I am She

Which of the many faces of the Goddess is calling most loudly to you today?

10 things you probably don’t know about me

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  1. I have an uncanny knack for remembering faces.
  2. I have had a celebrity crush on Johnny Depp that goes all the way back to his 21 Jump Street days (and I am not afraid to admit it.)
  3. I wish, during my senior year of high school, I had chosen to feed my delight with drama and photography, instead of feeding “it will look good on your transcript” with AP Physics and Calculus. (Yet instead of regret I am choosing to fully serve my artist self now.)
  4. In that vein, I have always had a desire to pursue painting and this past year I dove in.  I have taken several online classes like this, this and this, and have created over 10 paintings.  This has definitely taken me out of my comfort zone in a “Heck Yeah” fun kind of way.
  5. Although my taste for sugar has declined over the last year, I cannot say the same is true for really good bread…yummmmm!
  6. I am an eclectic music fan crossing both decades and genres) yet I have a particular passion for the music of the 80’s and have seen the local 80’s musical comedy review MiXtape here in San Diego seven time in less than a year (I’m shooting for at least a dozen by the end of the year… it is my current guilty pleasure.)
  7. I have always had a deep love of and connection to nature.  My favorite spiritual songs are those found in the whispers of the breeze, the crashing of the waves, the call of the hawk, and the buzzing of the bees.
  8. That first cup of coffee in the morning brings me a unique kind of joy that I have yet to find a substitute for.
  9. At this point in my life I am clear that money is a potentially powerful resource, yet without a foundation of love infusing my choices related to it, money alone cannot support my true peace and joy.
  10. My favorite form of exercise is dancing to the insistent pulse of vibrant music… the kind of music that takes me out of my head and transports me to another place, back to  my true essential self!

This post was inspired by both the prompting from Susannah Conway via Blogging From The Heart, and her mention of this post by Corbett Barr.

What can you do today to express more of your True Self with the world?  Maybe it’s by writing a post of your own like this one.

How To Change The World With A Circle

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As I peer out my window, the sun is rising in the East, ready to warm my patch of the planet on this Halloween morning.  As children eagerly await the darkness to fall, in order to don their costumes and collect their candy treasures, I am left reflecting on the vitalizing power of another aspect of this day.

Last night, I had the pleasure of gathering in community with an amazing group of powerful, vibrant, courageous, open, and authentically beautiful women.  We came together to mark the passing of Samhain.

Although this was my first time gathering with a group of women for this particular celebration, it is not the first time I have gathered in circle with women in this very powerful way.  Over the last two years, I have experienced increasing opportunities to come together in community with other women in a whole new way.  This is the way of collaboration, unconditional acceptance, celebration of each others’ unique gifts, and deep compassion for each of our human challenges.  The circle becomes place where we women come together to create a safe and sacred space to honor all aspects of who we are and what we are evolving into.  It is a place where our voices are honored and nurtured and acknowledged for sharing our Truth.

I recently saw the important film Miss Representation, which examines the current and disturbing portrayal of women in our media.  The picture is not a pretty one.  There is so much in our current cultural climate that portrays a very contrasting and damaging image of women and our role in society.

This disparity creates a critical opportunity for each and every woman to begin to define who she is for herself, what she truly believes in at the core of her being, and to start speaking it with the power of her voice.  It is when all the woman on this planet are able and willing to move towards these three things, that the world will begin to mirror the vision of vibrant possibility that I am holding.

When His Holiness the Dalai Lama proclaimed, “The world will be saved by the western woman.”, I believe he was referring to a similar vision.  And I believe this begins with women making the choice to practice coming together in circle. There is magic that is born within the circle which is then carried with each one of us out into the world.

What has been your experience of coming together in a circle of women?  What might you do to create more of these opportunities for yourself?

 

When Things Fall Apart

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I have been observing the inner and outer landscapes of my world and it is fascinating to see how mirrored they have been.  With the falling of foreign regimes, the growing backlash against the financial establishment on Wall Street, and the repercussions of bottoming-out local governmental budgets… it would appear that things are indeed falling apart.

Upon first glance, it can appear rather alarming and down-right scary to see all of these institutions, that have been foundational elements of the world I grew up in, starting to crumble and fall away.

What will happen next?  What will rise up in its place…this is the gap where trust and faith live.  If I bring my attention back to the cycles of life than I am reminded that in order for something new to be born, the old must first whither and fall away.  That is the process we are in right now…the death and dying of those things in the world that no longer serve.

The new way, the way born of love and unity consciousness, the way of collaboration and partnership, the way of service to others via loving service to ourselves is being ushered in.

I can feel this same falling away process happening within myself.   Over this past year there has been a dismantling of a complex structure of protections, safeguards, and safety nets that were all constructed during my early years to “keep me safe” from additional harm.  There were wounds that I acquired via “life” and the result was the building of walls.  These walls became so tall and thick that their original purpose of “keeping me safe” was actually keeping me from really living.

So in a committment to greater love of myself and love of the miracle of life, I have been on quite an experimental journey of deconstructing these walls, these protections, layer by layer.  In the beginning, it was terrifying because I only knew how to view life from behind the protective layer of these walls.

Yet through the beauty of baby steps I have continued to be willing to risk chipping away the inner fortress, brick by brick.  Even though the process has been long, often exhausting, and the immediate process of “the work” has been uncomfortable, I continue to collect convincing evidence that doing “the work” will not kill me as I previously believed it might.

I can feel the truth of the Anais Nin’s words flowing through my inner and outer daily experience.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

It is worth the risk of blossoming, even when it feels temporarily excruciating.  It is worth the risk of living into the fullness of my life both inside and out.  Yet it is a choice that I alone must make for myself.  And it is my hope that each and every other person that I share this planet with is in the process of making a similar choice.  What will the world look like then?

What choice might you make today that will lead you further on your journey toward blossoming?

My Stories Are Calling Me To Tell Them

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The pull of my stories is really ramping up. I think about all the possibilities.  Powerful resources for transformational story-telling keep floating leisurely across my path and there is a bubbling up of courage within me to reach in and claim the value and wisdom of my stories, not only as a source of satisfaction and love for myself but with an inkling that there may be a tribe member or two who may find value as well.  If I continue to be committed to honing my ability to tell my stories in a way that captures my heart.

There are many rich elements that go into writing a truly captivating story.  Yet the simple act of being willing to begin is also a captivating act of courage on its own.  Just this morning, I saw a headline cross my desk of the 106 Excuses That Prevent You From Ever Becoming Great.  And although I chose not to read all 106 of them, I quickly saw the theme that my mind is brilliantly capable of creating an exhaustive list of excuses as to why my dreams cannot be pursued today…but only if I let it.

I keep coming back to the whisper of wisdom that the reason I am really meant to write is to “learn”. Write to learn, write to learn, write to learn.  So much of what I read today online is written from the perspective of writing to explicitly teach “others” something “out there”.  Yet when I pause to consider the writers that continue to captivate my attention and inspire me to see more clearly the brilliance in myself that is hiding in the shadows, they are the writers who are committed to the practice of writing as a vehicle to learn more about themselves.  They are committed to making sense out of how they view the world around them and their place in it.  This is the kind of writing that sparks the Firemaker, The Motivator, and the Pioneer in me.  It is the kind of writing that I am committed to. It is the kind of writing that I want my daughters to experience.

How about you? What is the story that is whispering to you to be told?