As I approach 67, I am becoming aware that I have forgotten more than I even remember having known.
As I continue my journey of letting go of all that is no longer meaningful in my life, I am finding digital trails of articles, blog posts, etc long stored…. ‘just in case’… that speak to things that I now recognize as markers along the path of my own evolution. Thoughts and insights that allowed more of the essential Self to emerge and then, like the journey is intended, were left behind. Those thoughts and insights were the provocation for me to become; and then, once integrated into the truth of my reality, no longer required.
Nonetheless, I now read them and am struck, once again, by how potent they are; how meaningful they might be in the journey of another. And at the same time, I realize they are not for me to make possible to find. The inevitable is that we will eventually trip over what we need, as long as we are willing to keep moving and follow that small, inner voice that directs it all.
Today, I arrived at the Chateau Montebello for… for…. well, I just like being here. After a great lunch and a refreshing nap, I look out my open window and watch as the waning sun moves closer to the horizon; warm breeze still filling my room with the smell of the water and clean air. Tomorrow, I am grateful to have a small group of awake, aware and curious women join me in an exploration to discover what new markers we might trip over, together, that will thrust us forward into the next layer of our own – individual and collective – awakening. These are, at the very least, provocative times; and at the very most, the precursor to finding the courage to lay down the great fear for our survival and look beyond to what else we might become.
In this moment, I am mindful of the degree to which I feel privileged to be alive at this time; to have lived in such a pristine and magical world of boundless grace and beauty. And like a midwife attends to new Life arriving, we now have the opportunity to attend to a new expression of our consciousness, emerging… if we allow.
Marketing directs consumption. Consumption directs our focus at levels and in ways that ensure continued blindness to our own potential. Perhaps now, as the opportunity for the fear becomes greater and greater; as the invitation for us to fear ourselves and each other is frantically provoked and nurtured, we might simply choose to listen for a higher-order expression of what’s possible. I know, without doubt, the only voice I choose to attend to is the one that emerges FROM me. And I’ve not a clue where doing so, will take me.