Today I choose to share a bit differently, allowing my Muse to expose itself more freely and vulnerably. I thank you for joining me, taking the time to read my heartfelt expression upon the page. I welcome the opportunity to connect, please comment or share your thoughts….
I will never forget the day I asked all my junior high students the question, “Who wrote the definition for perfect?” They looked at me with furrowed brow or comical smiles, for they were used to my zany questions. Of course no one had an answer to this strange inquiry. According to Wikipedia, the word perfection goes back to Aristotle –
The oldest definition of “perfection”, fairly precise and distinguishing the shades of the concept, goes back to Aristotle. In Book Delta of the Metaphysics, he distinguishes three meanings of the term, or rather three shades of one meaning, but in any case three different concepts.
That is perfect:
1. which is complete — which contains all the requisite parts
2. which is so good that nothing of the kind could be better
3. which has attained its purpose.
Following this introductory question I continued with “When did you decide to play along with this definition, using it to judge yourself and others?” Oh boy.., this sparked conversation and exploration. We dug into the power of the media, society, culture and how we allow ourselves to be sucked into the world of “perfection” as advertised.
Following this intensely beautiful conversation I shared a couple of videos which jolted us even more…
As a teacher who is also a mother, daughter, sister, granddaughter, etc.., I shared my own raw authentic ownership for the times I played along, got sucked in and passed on my own “image issues.” As a class we delved into the feelings stirred by the videos, my admittance and their own vulnerable sharing. Finding ourselves empowered with the newfound knowledge that everyone struggles at times with this societally and culturally driven game. This is not a gender or age specific issue. It infiltrates from all directions towards all populations.
As I shared yesterday I just returned from a trip that took me to Turkey for a couple of weeks. It was wonderful to enjoy the beauty of another culture, observing as best I could the nuances with image. Of course to really understand, one would have to stay and really submerge within the local society to get a feel for how they judge, label and categorize.
I reflect upon my growing up years before cell phones, selfies and social media, whew, I had it easy! However, I felt the labels, the judgments and the harmful internal self criticism that flowed when I accepted what was portrayed as “perfect.” I hurt for those that received the harmful teasing by peers who were cruel with their words and actions. Everyone seemed to accept the latest “in” look or “perfection” label. While I struggled at times with this marketing/media driven bombardment, I would eventually swing the pendulum back to honor my Wild Woman.
I chuckle at how easily we stray into the next “in phase”, tweezing or bolstering the eyebrows, high waisted or low waisted pants, high heels or no heels, curly or straight hair, makeup??? Oh my!! What would happen to all the clothing, makeup and lifestyle companies if we stopped playing along? That question is definitely for another blog entry!
As I reach out into the world for other Wild Women, I feel again the powerful energy of those hundred students (male and female) who opened their souls to a room full of peers. An experience that gave us all the opportunity to feel and see through diverse lenses. For some they became aware and empowered for the first time with the clarity that everyone journeys in their own personal way through the haze of society’s dictated “perfection.”
Ever since I stuck up for a classmate in fifth grade (many moons ago) it has been a dream of mine for all people to feel from within how absolutely spectacular they are. Releasing the chains of self-criticism based on a contrived definition of “Perfect,” “Enough,” and “Worthy.” Of course as a woman I have a soft spot and knowing for the female journey, however, my male clients shared the sad truth that we all can fall prey to such torment.
As a woman who has worn all the hats, I know how we put ourselves last!
- I will take that class when the kids are not so busy.
- I don’t have the money to do that now, the kids need this, the house, the family…
- Someday I will read that book, join that club, get regular massages, etc…
- It would be selfish to spend such time on myself.
- I really want to connect with other amazing women, but my family needs me, my job, the to-do list.
One of the most powerful things I have learned along the way is that when we do not take care of ourselves and fill up our own cups, there is nothing left to give or share with others. Upon becoming a mother I lost this balance for awhile, until one day I realized that my children learned a lot through watching the people around them – “What was I role modeling to my son and daughter?” Is that how I wanted them to care for themselves, see themselves, value themselves??? This was and is a huge driving force for me. “Do as I say, not as I do,” is not how I wish to role model or engage with this amazing life.
To awaken our Wild Woman – Wild Man is to come home to our inner stirrings, our truth, our vibrant, passionate desires with how we wish to experience and BE in the world around us. This is a very individualistic personal journey. I can’t imagine living this miraculous life any other way!! Here is to YOU in all your magnanomous Wild BEingness!
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I am not your conquest,
I am your desire.
I am not your need,
I am your truth.
I am not separate from you,
I am you.
I am not a tamed lion,
I am a wild woman.
I am not yours to possess,
I am here to open love.
Only when you stop thinking, will you see me.
Only when you let go, will you feel me.
Only when you listen, will you hear my beckoning desires.
Do not come to me with your need and want contrived by society.
Do not come to me wishing to penetrate in self disguise.
Do not come to me wishing to possess or play games.
I am like the air, I cannot be contained, held or captured…
However, I will gladly stay, I will blossom beyond your wildest dreams if you…
…touch me as though you are blind.
…taste me as though you have no thirst.
…listen as though you are deaf.
For as you unify with the mysterious wild woman, all falls away to expose the truth….
I am here….
Where are you…?~ Fawn Caveney 7/21
I recently returned from a trip that expanded my present transformational journey, for when one sets upon a quest with an open heart, soul and mind, the swirling encounters awaken vast insights.
As a foreigner in a distant country I was titillated by the power of being anonymous, lost in a sea of chaos that I did not need to understand. I was free to be me. Wandering the streets, beaches, historical sites, and delectable restaurants I allowed myself to feel, taste, explore and be seen. Vulnerable yet unafraid, adrift with no expectation, attachment or preconceived desire, I was a wild woman dancing in curiosity and flowing openness.
Upon arriving back on the shores of my homeland, I found myself surprised by what percolated forth from the experience. A reoccurring awareness, an old friend, a circling back to my youthful knowing. As a woman growing up one is silently taught to behave a certain way, only want specific things, and definitely do not express yourself as a “wild woman.”
In a patriarchal world I was taught to hide my sensuality, present my authenticity in respectable ways and squelch my wild untamed nature. I have never been good at this. More to the point, I do not wish to be good at it. Thankfully I grew up surrounded by nature, held and nurtured by the true wild and free. This planted in me a knowing, one that has thankfully nudged me in moments when I have forgotten the true power of my feminine energy.
During my adventure abroad I was approached by various men. My immediate reaction was caution with a twinge of skepticism. However, as my wise female traveling friend can tell you, I ooze with positivity and openness, so…. I allowed the court-ish play and absorbed the attention. Meandering down the streets of their outspoken desires, I knew I was at choice. As I present this I can feel the paradoxical reactions, they race in like flies to rotten meat. I danced along the tight rope of my own desire to be seen and wanted, while staying vigilant to the wise woman’s voice from within.
I reflect back with a smile, grateful to have met unique masculine souls along the way. They were juxtaposed into the trips original purpose, “Soul Sisters” coming together for a female vacation of play. Ahhhh, I love the intensity of life’s perfect timing and coquettish frolic. The dynamic women I was gifted to explore with came in diverse ages, backgrounds and life experiences. Intensifying this profound mixture of masculine/feminine energy was the most powerful source of all – nature.
Feeling my body glide into the Mediterranean and silky reed filled lake, called forth that Wild Woman. Listening to the cacophony of cicadas, who’s mating song was held in the moist sultry air only heightened the awareness. Sublime ecstasy. Gentle breezes and delicious wind bursts, generated their own wistfulness. I found myself completely swept off my feet. Innocently graced to live each moment in complete presence, no yesterday, no tomorrow, just the vibrancy of now.
As I massaged the intricate aspects together I marveled at the voluptuous experience. Once again I was reminded of the profound Wild Woman Soul. I wish for every woman to tap into this instinctual infinite source; to invite, welcome and rebirth into her true feminine power.
What does this mean? It means you get to live vibrantly alive, sharing and expressing your authentic self. It means you get to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ without apology. It means you get to unabashedly express your desires and passions. It means you get to blossom and reveal as you feel called, free of all expectation, attachment, judgment and labels. It means you dance wild and free….
Over and over again in my life I have found myself saddened by the loss of the Wild Woman. I see it and feel it in the eyes of the women I meet, yet, they hold it back, they force it to stay confined in the cages built by a society intimidated by its powerful force.
Within every woman there lives a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, & ageless knowing. She is the Wild Woman, who represents the instinctual nature of women. But she is an endangered species.— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Author of Women Who Run With the Wolves
My second night back in the states, I was jolted awake by my muse, who shared very clearly what is to come next for me. I chuckle, for again, I pick up the torch, called by my soul to invite women to join me in Awakening their Wild Woman. In the past I have had the privilege and honor to work with women in various circles, helping them to remember how magnanomous they truly are. My recent life choices and exploratory adventures bring me back home to my calling and purpose – I am here to hold up a mirror, so you may see the Wild Woman that awaits your permission to fly free.
Wild women do
And they don’t regret it
Wild women show
What they’re goin’ through
Wild women do
What you think they’ll never
What you only dream about
Wild women do.
— Natalie Cole, Wild Women Do lyrics
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Time is a funny thing, it is slippery, invisible and elusive. I stare out my window, watching the summer leaves dance in the hot breeze. What does that feel like? To be stationary and at the mercy or celebration of all that is around you. A reactionary component of the big picture. Often ignored, barely noticed by the person walking by on the sidewalk. Like an individual leaf, each person floats in a world of billions. We are tossed and turned upon the breezes created by others and ourself. We react or obseeve, we cry or laugh, dance or stand frozen in the quick sand of our own indecision.
What drives us, calls us, whispers to our very soul? Can we hear? Do we listen? Are we so numbed and stuck that like the leaf we stay even though our heart beckons us to move. A victim of our own paralysis. We put our dreams upon the shelf with the other knick knacks, letting them gather dust, becoming regrets lost in time.
Patience, time, faith, belief and persistence keep the spark of a dream alive. Like the farmer who plants the seed knowing that with consistent nurturing the tiny nugget will blossom into a magnificent plant. Too often we are impatient, we give up, let go and deny ourselves the opportunity to believe in the dreams that stir deep within.
I often meet people who say, “well I don’t have any dreams,” or “someday I will go for it,” or “I can’t possibly follow my dreams right now, I have all these responsibilities…” I myself have mouthed such phrases. Thank goodness the tiny voice inside never gives up. The child within me always believes, sadly sometimes I gag her wisdom and pretend I cannot hear her haunting call.
Today I sit here smiling at all the little side paths I have enjoyed in my life. Little adventures to keep the wandering spirit in me alive and curious. In high school it was to be an exchange student, my year in Australia was incredible! Last year I moved to a farm to intern, learning so much about myself, farming, and rekindling my inquisitiveness about the world around me. In college I could never decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. It took me twenty-eight years, four campuses and over 240 credits to “finish” my bachelors degree. I have loved following my muse into diverse jobs, exploring new places and spaces. Yes, my inner sprite has joyfully kept me open and engaged with the dance of life.
Growing up I was taught that life is a linear experience, you do this, then this, and then.., all of it focused on some destination in the future. Why? I have asked this question my whole life. Why? What? Why do we put such emphasis on tomorrow instead of being present today. Why do we spend so much time achieving instead of enjoying the journey. What is that destination? What will I feel when I get there?
Gratefully I gave up on that paradigm, well maybe I never believed in it. My curious, inquisitive nature could not be held to the worn and trodden path. There is nothing wrong with this path, for many it creates and offers immense joy and pleasure. For me it felt like being caged, confined, and tamed. That’s what glorious about our individuality, like the leaf on the tree outside, we are each rare and extraordinary.
Time... hmmm…how do we want to live in the time we have? We do not get it back. It does not slow down. Personally I find it to be ambiguous in nature, sometimes frozen and suspended, at other moments it’s a speed zone, blurred and lost in the rearview mirror. Before my time is up, I invite the dreams from within to find their operatic voice, it’s time to enjoy the blossoming of seeds planted years ago…
I close today wondering how you –
- Spend your time?
- Live life? In reaction or choice?
- Engage with your dreams?
- Dance with contentment, joy, love?
- Paint your life canvas – is it your paintbrush or someone else’s?
Watch for my upcoming online courses and the opportunity to work with me – Dream Whisperer and Beingness Guide.
It has been way too long since I shared words upon this page. Sometimes I give in to the calling for a quiet hiatus, pausing to reflect, feel, explore and just BE. Often in this crazy world we forget what Just BEing can feel like. It seems to be ingrained into our personal psyche that if we are not DOing we must BE failing. I completely disagree!
The chaotic zoom of the world even in these times of COVID, incessantly taps on us like a crow pecking on a scavenged dirty cracker found upon a sidewalk. Over time we have become immune to such bombardment, calloused to the dings upon our “lifeblood” phone, the small inanimate object we take everywhere. Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, Pinterest, YouTube, the list continues to expand. I am not against technology, I am actually very grateful for how it has kept my scattered family connected during these isolated times. As a writer at heart, I love coming to the page to dance with my muse, leaving behind the typewriter white out and loud din of pecking on the keys. WhatsApp delights me, for I am free to communicate when I want, for as long as I desire and in whatever format I feel like engaging in – audio, images, video, all of this at my fingertips, literally.
Just BEing, seems to be a forgotten playmate and lost gift. As a child you engaged with it all the time, for it sparked creative ideas, imaginary scenes and pure bliss. As you grew up, you inhaled the taught (domesticated) expectations, accepting without question that there was only one path to happiness. You pushed aside your precious inspiring playmate to engage with the “to do” list, goal chart, success ladder, asset collecting, bank account and programed paradigms of societal expectations. Now, please understand, I am not against any of the above listed things, matter a fact, I engage in all of them. I ask them to align with me, my dreams, my passions, my priorities and personal desires. It allows me to design my unique empowered path.
During my recent hiatus from this page and my other blog The BEingness Project, I explored more deeply the authentic truth
“And remember, no matter where you go, there you are.”~ Confucius
As I deeply feel into what I desire for the next phase of life, I give myself permission to squish around the sensations of each idea. As though I am an explorer investigating the textures, smells, sounds and ambiance of a puffy white cloud. Suspended above my purposed next adventure, I take it all in – why, where, who, what… It has been my life experience that we jump like a frog to the next lily pad hoping that it will “fix” our problems, change our situation, or answer our unspoken and unidentified hearts’ desire. While the leaping in and of itself is intoxicating and thrilling, it does not change the reality that wherever you go, there you are. As I play with the soft red clay that forms my life, I give myself the time to unearth the richness or deprivation of each scenario. Does it lift my wings or is it another distraction, an escape route that ultimately leads back to the same dead end cul de sac?
Oh I am poised to jump! All my muscles are taut and ready for my invitation. Delightfully wisdom has started to blossom in full glory, encouraging me to BE, to FEEL, to allow myself the TIME to witness the possibilities as they play out within my heart and soul. What calls me, pulls me towards my song, my story, my sharing…? Cutting away at the puppet strings attached without my knowing, I float in the free fall, trusting the parachute of my own inner GPS guidance. What an exciting time, to stand at the edge of a new horizon, vast, limitless, infinite and grand… The only limitation is that which I put upon myself. Lifting my wings, responding to my poised muscles and heart strings, I set sail. There is no RIGHT or WRONG path, only the knowing that I choose to live a life of no regret. As the astute saying shares, there is no Uhaul that follows us when we pass from this life, thus I wish to fill the coffers of my time here with vapor held experiences, rich colors painted upon my heart, breath stopping memories of love and grace, and laughter that carries me home…
Thank you for joining me today, I forgot how much fun it is to BE with you 🙏🏻💖. It is my absolute life passion that each and every one of us remembers how to BE, how to hear and feel our heart/soul call. Rising into a life of passion, dreams and desires. When we walk naked on this path of personal truth, we touch and lift all who connect with us along the way!
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“Your Soul’s Invitation” – A fictional journey that epitomizes the adventure life can be when we follow our bliss, our heart’s desires… Click Here to read the latest or start fresh.
Over the years I have refined my Daydreaming practice. It has become my way to explore ideas that bubble up, visions that roll through my mind and passions that tug on my heart strings. It has taken me years to cultivate and allow the Daydreaming gift to blossom. Growing up in a society and culture that is all about action and making it happen, leaves one feeling guilty if they are not setting goals to move towards a dream. The challenge for someone like myself is that I am “multi-passionate” a term created by one of my favorite women, Marie Forleo.
I have always been multi-passionate, most days 3 to 5 different ideas jig around my mind, playing with merriment and anticipatory potential. Often, I will be playing with these concepts then bang! Another possible scheme, percolates into my mind’s eye. Ugh.., how does one decide what action to take when they are being bombarded by so many desirable creative adventures. The sensation of this glorious daydreaming is like popcorn in a very hot pan, it pops with such intoxication! It is a high that elevates one, a pure shot of joyful passion. I sincerely wish for everyone to play, for can you just imagine how happy the world would be if everyone was imagining what can be.., versus being stuck in the old story. This high has only positive long term effects, while it is quite addictive, it will not lead you down a path of despair, it will invite you into the pure potential you are here to express and share.
I used to torment myself and others by trying to make it all happen. Taking action steps towards the various projects. Ultimately this wore me down, for I have this pattern of robbing from my sleep. As a single mom with two children, I had to maintain the day job to keep the lights on, thus the only place I could snag time was in the wee hours. I am still guilty of setting my alarm for 3:00 to 3:30am, for the precious morning time is when I can fuel the flames of my passions. I know this will not always be the case, for as I continue to nurture my dreams they are gaining momentum towards expansive growth.
So where does Daydreaming fit in? Well, to decipher and handle the massive flow of ideas, I play with them, like a cat with a mouse. I give my heart, mind and soul complete permission to play in the imaginary world. I journal in the dark of morning, letting the dreams come alive on the page and within me. It starts my day with such magic and excitement. I authentically allow my imagination to FEEL the sensations I might experience if I was to truly live out the plan/idea? Does it lead to something I truly wish to live day in and day out? Can I see doors opening along the way? When I live in this pretend Daydream, is it what I really want to FEEL and EXPERIENCE? Everything we desire in life is because we want to FEEL and EXPERIENCE something. Humans are purely driven by our hunger to receive certain sensations – love, acceptance, freedom, peace, joy, security, connection, etc….
I joyously allow myself to explore in the Daydream for as long as it takes to feel clarity. Clarity comes in diverse forms, sometimes I have lived the Daydream so thoroughly that I feel like I have already journeyed it, thus, I am complete, done, the idea has been experienced. At other times I experience an inspired action step (these have led to great miraculous journeys in my life) that leads towards my effervescent wish/dream. While still other explorations within my Daydreaming playground conclude at a dead end that feels completely burdensome and overwhelming – no thank you, I close the page on that idea and smile with satisfaction that I thoroughly explored it.
Why would I ever stop dreaming during my waking hours? Daydreaming is a delicious way to step into the next moments and potential adventures. I already know what is, why would I want to focus in my rearview mirror or floorboards? So much is out there for me to experience when I look out the front window, letting the past be the past.
I squeak my dreams into the cracks of time that life grants me. The wee hours of morning, the meanderings on walks, the moments of stillness I sneak into my present 9-5 job and the sweet sparks generated as I meditate upon waking and prior to going to sleep. My weekends are selfishly filled with inspired action towards my Day Dreams. I’m very excited about the long Christmas weekend, for I have pulled out a book proposal class I purchased four years ago. Enthusiastically I shall generate a book proposal for my nonfiction book series, “K.I.S.S. Keep It Sweetly Simple – Happiness is easy… Living a life of Choice.” This 6 little book series has twirled in my Daydreams for five years. I self published the first book in 2017, removing it recently from Amazon to edit and update. (Click Here or on the image below if you are curious to see the outline for the series.) Receiving a book offer with an advance would be intoxicating – giving me the freedom to write full time. Oh, I have so many books in my Daydream box 😊!
I often catch myself hoping to live long enough to enjoy at least half of the Daydreams that sparkle in my galactic imagination. Visions for communities that co-exist, healing campuses that support and shift our relationship in the medical world, bestselling books that entertain and serve, TV series that uplift and inspire…. I have learned over the years that Daydreams have wings! When I believe without question and live as though it already is, the miraculous occurrences line up to co-create and manifest.
I invite you in pure glee to gift yourself with a pilgrimage into your Day Dreaming space. Why not try it? It doesn’t cost money! It easily fits into your day while commuting, preparing meals, getting ready for work, etc…. Like little thought bubbles, Daydreams float about waiting for us to explore and envision.
If you wish to PLAY more with DayDreams here are some other posts including a downloadable Play Sheet –
Until next time, I wish you and yours healthy and happy Daydreaming as we close 2020 to embark on what shall unfold in 2021.
Thank you for sharing time with me…
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Over the years I have gradually learned how to hear and feel my spirit or muse as I sometimes refer. Occasionally I do not understand how the image or feeling I experience can possibly come into manifested form. However, I let go with joyful trust, allowing the how, when or where, to present itself. Every time I genuinely let my spirit guide me, miraculous things happen and become.
A Journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step.Lao Tzu
When I was child my spirit walked with me, hearing me while I roamed the woods, played in trees, observed the flowing river and danced in meadows. Never did I feel alone, instead I felt true to myself, at one with the world around me. At times I would joyously talk out loud to my musing friend, sharing dreams, desired adventures and asking for guidance. Often I would burst with elation, singing at the top of my human lungs to the universe with pure glee. As I held the hand of my internal spirit the world flowed, like a gentle river, an infinite stream…
The only impossible journey is the one you never begin.Anthony Robbins
As I “grew up” in the world of humans this intrinsic core of my BEing was pushed to the side. I was encouraged to ignore its presence, to shut off the joyful rudder that sang to me of life’s grand journey. I heard from all around me to “be smart,” “don’t be silly,” “you must be rational.” As I accepted this, I began to experience for the first time what loneliness truly felt like. At times this taught way of being shut down my airway, choking the very essence of my wild authentic self to death.
I kept trying to find a way to breathe while conforming to the world around me. I knew everyone was trying to help me. Family, friends, teachers, mentors, they were all doing their best, guiding me towards “success” and a happy life. Yet, the more I entrenched myself into the world of “do, conquer, force, stay on the path of others,” the more I died inside.
As the years passed by, I was coached to compare, judge and measure myself against others, graphs of success, dollars in the bank, possessions in hand and to fear that which I did not know. The more I poured myself into this contrived world, the more intensely I felt lost. I had begun to believe that I was not enough, not worthy and far from perfect.
My lifeline was nature. Here I could breathe. Amongst the trees I felt understood, known. The gentle flow of a river soothed and washed away the debris of society’s discontent. The gentle breeze or violent storm awakened the wild child in me, stirring her very essence into impassioned joyful faith. Screaming into the lightening and thunder, dancing naked in a torrential downpour, natures cleansing always called me home. Her earthly pulse, my beating soul and the universal cosmic orchestra, reminded me I was already enough, I was worthy of anything I could dream and that perfection lay in the arms of individual interpretation.
Thankfully the gag I had put around my spirited muse choked me into sputtering awareness. Tearing it off, my lungs filled to capacity for the first time in years. With the inhale I once again remembered the infinite joy, curious wonder, expansive love and peaceful contentment. Daily I build up this deep breathing muscle, chipping away at the facade and mask I had put on to fit in and please the humans around me.
Today I blissfully coexist with my spirit, my muse, my inner BEing. I let her stir the crockpot of life, intoxicating it with elixirs beyond my mere human imagining. Gracing my moments to be experienced as complete unto themself. Everything aligns and flows with perfection, imbuing my time space reality with joy, love, peace and the glorious sensation of anticipation. I know that life is working out, that as I nurture my spirit, it sprouts grand adventures, life lessons, expansive opportunities and infinite explorations.
What does this mean in common language –
- It means I don’t always DO what I am “supposed to do”.
- It means that I literally follow the joy or bliss as Joseph Campbell phrased it.
- It means I allow myself to just BE, sinking into the quiet, expansive space to listen, feel and allow.
- It means I awakened my childhood faith that ANYTHING is POSSIBLE if I believe.
- It means that I get to consciously choose to only be around people who joyously “fill up my cup” not “drain it.”
- I give myself permission to play everyday with my spirited muse, to imagine, to feel, to embody all that I dream as though it already is.
- I enthusiastically let go, surrender with absolute trust, allowing my inner spirit to guide my life, to share the how, when and where…
- I ardently fuel the flames of my desires and dreams, stepping forth on the life journey with inspired action.
- I choose what I will hear from others, the well meaning naysayers get appreciated without accepting their way as mine.
- I am free to choose in ALL my moments how I will feel and react.
Life is a glorious journey! I can share with genuine experience that this human life is magnanimous beyond words when we step forth connected to our inner self/spirit/source – coexisting and co-creating. I just need ten more lifetimes to live and share all the amazing dreams, desires and passions that zoom around my joyful BEing…
I ask you –
- What fills you with joy when you think about it?
- What dreams and desires did you put on the shelf and forget?
- If you were lying on your death bed, what un-lived dreams would stand around your bed, the ghosts of personal regrets?
- How old were you when you stopped believing you could do or be anything?
- When did you start comparing yourself to everyone else?
- Are you truly happy? If not, why??? And if you had that, did that, would you now be happy? Or???
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Have you ever noticed that everything begins in the CENTRUM or CENTER as we have come to say in the English language.
- A seed grows massively from its original state, it is amazing to remember that a tall tree started so small.
- A child becomes from the smallest of eggs that is nurtured and supported from within the center of a woman.
- A hurricane swells from the “eye” twirling into its frenzied intensity.
- A fire begins from a simple spark, spreading forth in all directions.
- A pen touches the page to then move into the formation of a word(s).
- A tornado builds its momentum around the funnel, gaining ferocity as it spins.
- An artist’s paintbrush tip touches the canvas to spread the scene, the colors, the experience.
- When we look closely at a pine cone, leaf, shell, sun, moon, earth…there is a central point, a core, a beginning.
- From the pit of a volcano the lava builds, gaining force to spew its contents.
- The swell of a wave curls and furls with the circular energy created by the tides and power of the elements.
- The earth spins in its orbit, held by a force we cannot see…
- The organs that keep us alive reside within the core of our bodies, from that place our heart pumps, lungs expand, stomach digests, existence pulses.
- A flower blossoms from within, sending out its petals to adorn that which sparked it all.
Today I wish to expand beyond the Center we can see to the central essence of our desires, passions, dreams… The energy that drives us as humans. Our heart and soul’s perpetual reach for love, joy, peace and contentment. So often I witness and experience that people seek outside themselves for these pure life riches. All the while it rests within, waiting with patient quietness and knowing.
Because we cannot wrap it up in a box with a bow on top, we disregard its authenticity. Since it is not something we can touch, pin down, force, or see, we continue to search beyond the next horizon. It has no smell, taste or sound that is uniquely IT. Yet, ITS presence ALWAYS is.
So many have tried to describe this space, Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, Dalai Lama, Thich Nhat Hanh, Pope Francis, Deepok Chopra, Osho, Ram Dass, Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, Lao Tzu, the list goes on. Due to our upbringing of living in a concrete, tangible, science focused, do centered society and culture, the struggle with this truth lies in our inability to “prove,” “see,” “touch,” or describe.
It is funny how no one complains about the feeling of LOVE, until we think someone has “done us wrong” or we decide that our sensation of love is controlled by others, or we believe that love is outside of us. No one complains about JOY until we think someone is “raining on our parade,” or denying us what we want. Really….???
For years now I come back to the inner knowing, the truth, the equality we all share no matter what is happening in our world and life. All we have to “do” is BE. Just BE – Tantum Exsisto. As we learn to awaken and remember the seed of BEing that resides within everything, we find our center. We come home to a vibrational space that is love, peace, joy, contentment, grace…. The sweet spot of quiet expansion that is infinite and eternal.
This glorious core of BEingness has lifted and guided me through so many things. At moments, the world tugs on me through media, news releases, or fear based broadcasts. My personal life, like everyones, takes unexpected turns, that can pull me out of my centered space – however, it only takes a moment to shift. In the time it takes to breathe in and breathe out, I can joyously return to the suspended space of BEingness. (Click on audio for breathing technique)
To sit in this space is not to deny that the earth is spinning, that there is suffering and that life has its challenges. Yes, in the cataclysmic cacophony of human’s perpetual choice to judge, harm and disrespect each other and the planet we live on, we CHOOSE to co-create continued struggle and suffering.
During this time of COVID-19 we have been gifted with a world equalizer. The virus does not play favorites, it does not see borders or walls, it misses the language differences, it is not selective by class or color… Oh we try to force IT into these corals of separation and blame. However, if we are honest with ourselves and others, COVID is not bias.
Another teaching offered by this pandemic is the “slowing down” of the human activity. Our “busy-ness” and distractions have been curtailed, focusing us inward. This kind of quieting, slowing and centering seems to be uncomfortable for many. It does not have to be this way, for the joy, love, peace and contentment do not reside outside, they are waiting within.
I can personally say with such heartfelt glee and expansive love, that once you tap into your CENTER/CENTRUM the ripple effect in your life blossoms beyond anything you can imagine. The feelings you wish to experience travel with you no matter where you go, who you meet, what you experience or see… They exists within you always.
On my other site – The BEingness Project, I share my hearts desire for all to come home to this vibrational space that is indescribable. To live life from this core is to meet and remember what the baby/child in you knew. Sadly, the world around you taught you to judge, compare, separate, limit, and disconnect from your inner BEingness. You were born trusting, loving, believing, seeing the world through eyes of curiosity, wonder, joy… You did not arrive with separation in your heart, or judgment in your mind, or hate in your soul. The bright BEing you were at birth resides within, connected to the unseeable vibrational state of BEing that guides you towards your heart’s desires.
Just BE, is my internal pulse, it absolutely oozes into everything. I thrive on its expansive love and joy. It bubbles up like a geyser, flowing into all moments with grace. It does not forsake us, we forsake ourselves and each other. Our suffering is our choice, we create and distribute discontent, hate, separation, harm, judgment, blame, condemnation, and… Look into the history books, peek at the ruins of previous civilizations, humans perpetuate the cycle. In a pure state of BEing there is no space for hate, harm, judgment, separation, blame….
In curiosity I ask you –
- When has revenge ever really worked? (play out the long term history)
- When has hate resolved an issue?
- When has blame made you truly feel better? (Feel not think)
- How has war resolved a root problem?
Thank you for joining me today ~ I wish for you and yours an experience with your BEingness, for once felt, you will become addicted to the state.
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What windows do you view life through? What have been the vistas to raise you? What scenes have unfolded outside and inside those windowed rooms?
During this time in my life I find myself doing a lot of walking. I have always loved to walk, it is another way I meditate, ground myself, sort through life and feel natures balm.
As I shared recently I have moved into a small studio at the top of an old Historical home. I get to watch the dance of life through my large bay window, that is and of itself an art piece. I enjoy observing the play of light, listening to the sounds from the sidewalk and street. Yesterday I observed Halloween unfolding all around me.
The other night as I roamed my beautiful neighborhood, glancing at homes, watching squirrels scurry in frenetic winter prep and peeking into the clear glass frames, I reflected on all the life windows I have lived through.
As a young child I remember the neighborhood of matching homes, we all looked exactly the same from the outside. Sandwiched into college married housing I danced in the small living room viewing the diverse people and parking lot outside my home. We moved a lot in my young years, so I examined the world through many windows. Daycare, car, bus, home, windows everywhere….
As I played out the diverse windows of my life, I marveled at how many. Life is full of windows – what do we see and feel when we look out, as we look in?
At times windows have made me feel connected to the world around me. Living tucked in nature I loved hearing, feeling, smelling and seeing the world outside my little solo window. The Whipperwill sang me to sleep, the red pine whispered the secrets of life, and the breezes shared intimate stories of oncoming change. Those outside my window peering in, watched me sing and dance, cry in loss, stomp in anger, sit lost in my aloneness, write and read, all in an attempt to know who I am in life’s window.
At other times windows have made me feel alone, separate from the world around me. Looking out I take in the interactions between people, I listen to laughter, children playing, football games, cars, planes, yet, here I sit isolated and quiet. I know I can go out and become a part of it all. Sometimes I do. While often I prefer to observe.
At this poignant crossroads in life I find myself reflecting on life’s windows. I am taking the time to really scrutinize the scene, looking beyond the glass and flowing curtains. Who am I in this mix? What do I choose to experience, share, be an active participant in…?
I have taken in the view from so many work windows, many of them felt like they had bars to keep me in. I would look out counting the hours until I was on the other side. As I chew on this raw truth, I smile, for all those windows helped to raise me, make me who I am today, gave me diverse experiences, taught me to persevere and choose myself.
I am grateful for the kaleidoscope of windows that has thus far graced my life. I wonder with curiosity what windows await me. What aspects of life will I get to witness? What vistas will fill my senses with joy, invite and beckon me to more? What will happen on the other side, when I walk into the room with windows, no longer an outsider.
I ask you –
- What windows have touched you the most?
- What windows felt like bars?
- What windows do you still wish to look out of?
- How has the view out your life windows shaped you?
As I stroll past the many windows I smile with knowing that every window has a story. That every person looking out that window sees something different. They come to the window with their own personal journey, thus they can only see with that awareness. As I look at them, I can only imagine who they are, what they know, see and feel. I wonder, as they watch me walk by, what story do they write about me? Who do they observe from their perspective?
Life’s Windows let us see out while they help us to see within….
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If I asked you are you happy? How would you respond?I’m asking…???
Nike has their powerful slogan “Just Do It” which is recognized around the globe. Did you know that the slogan was inspired by the last words of a double murderer? I didn’t know that either until I researched. These articles from “Business Insider” and “The Washington Post,” share the brief story behind the famous slogan.
Why in the world am I talking about the Nike slogan? Well, for a few years now I have been chanting my own slogan. One that guides my existence, presence and choices. It is as simple as Nike’s 3 little words, except mine is shorter, 2 words, with the potential to have one more word if you want to get personal.
Tantum Exsisto – Just BE
Tantum Exsisto Vous – Just BE YOUPeriod.
End of story. Simple. Pure. Authentic. Vast. Endless. Infinite. All YOU ever have to “DO” is BE. BE YOU, from the internal space that is FREE from the human propensity to judge, critique, limit and deny.
If you have followed me for awhile you have read many blogs/vlogs that share my dream for every human to awaken their true BEingness. To breathe deeply into the inner sanctum of Exsisto, to feel and experience the all-embracing euphoria of BEing.
Ironically, I am Nike’s paradoxical slogan. However, I am not against “DOing,” I just wish for all to feel the difference between “Doing” and “Inspired Action.” DO is repeatedly attached to the sensation of “must.” Behaving from a reactionary space that is dictated by what others expect, mostly driven by societal/cultural “should dos.” BE comes from a desire, it bubbles up from the heart and soul, a craving to create, share, interact, express…
Tantum Exsisto utilizes the latin words “Just” and “BE” independent and yet transformative together. Why do we complicate? Why do we feel “UnWorthy,”, “Not Enough,” “Imperfect”??? What if we released all comparison charts, expectation grids, judgmental graphs and chose to celebrate “What Is,” allowing ourselves to blossom in our “BEingness”?
Look around your part of the world, what do you see and experience? Are people choosing their life, or reacting to their life? Are you living a life of choice? Or a life of DOing, because you are supposed to?
I experience a world full of “Doing” a “Reactionary” world that is presently spinning out of control. Have you ever noticed how beautiful the world slows down when you sleep? Sleep is one way of BEing that is accepted and encouraged. The bodies way to regenerate, recharge, just BE. Yet, today many people struggle to sleep, too caught up in their reactionary energy.
Every religious and spiritual “practice/teaching” has a root lesson in “BEing.” They invite us to reconnect, to remember, to awaken, to choose this space from which all things rise, all things exist, all is…. Oh it is phrased in many different ways, espoused in diverse practices – yet, in the unraveling and simplifying we come to – Just BE, Tantum Exsisto.
Try this – Download this Worksheet to explore if you are Reacting to your life or Choosing your life. Use it to notice, not judge – remember, YOU are Enough, YOU are Worthy, YOU are Perfect right here, right now. Stop Fixing – Start BEing.
As a BEingness Guide, I am excited to share how transformational coming home to BEing is. Freeing oneself from a worried, stressed Reactionary life, to awaken your state of BEing. If you have read this far and are curious, send me an email – email@example.com to schedule a free 30 minute session.
Today I close by asking –
- Are you happy?
- Is joy a sensation you often feel?
- Are you stuck in a Reactionary Existence?
- Is life full of delightful potential?
- What would it feel like if you experienced yourself as Worthy, Enough, Perfect?
- What if you made the choice to BE?
Join these fictional characters as they CHOOSE to BE
Tantum Exsisto – Just BEIn this moment, this moment, this moment….