Rare is the occasion when I cannot find the right words to express what moves inside me. I’ve spent 40 years of my life – as a way of life! – on this journey of personal discovery and evolution. I’m not quite sure when the turn in the road took me beyond seeking with my head to allowing myself to be found through the body; from seeking to solve a problem to simply enjoying… no, exhilarating in… the experience for its own sake. Now, my journey is my life and my life is my journey. Does it get any less complicated than that?
I’ve just moved through the most compelling 6 days of my life! With great courage, trust and an immense sense of play, Manifesting a Meaningful Life launched like the space shuttle, on Day 1, and then moved forward from there! This was far more than a shift in the existing conversation – it was a much larger, more powerful conversation that although sourced from the last ones was fueled by something very different.
As I moved through this one, I was mindful that I was not merely a tour guide but part of the tour… part of the process of exploring, awakening to and engaging what moved inside me as the women around me rose to the occasion of redesigning the meaning of ‘life’, each for herself. I was in the best of company as we all let go and allowed ourselves to be found, through the mechanism of the body; being guided to discoveries that were greater than any words we could find for it. Every day, several times a day, ‘more’ would surface and things would fall into place. In those waves of massive insight, the world changed and so did we.
As each day passed, I experienced the interesting phenomenon of time slowing and speeding up at the same time. There were moments when it felt like I had been there for eons and yet, by the end of the day, felt it had flown by! Things stopped and we stood motionless while the world moved around us; and in the next breath, having travelled at the speed of sound… or light… it had all become a blur of the past.
The entire process could easily have slipped into a never-ending series of philosophical moments rich with gratification for the intellect and yet, that never happened. Every day began with surrender… to the moment, to the body and to the waves moving through it… and ended with more and different waves of expansion and discovery. From time to time we would wonder: does it ever stop??? We concluded that it would no more stop than breathing. It is the very process that keeps us vital, vibrant, awake and alive!
Today, I stand in a different place. After two days of rest and letting go, I am ready to once again engage from one breath to the next, trusting that there is nothing for me to figure out; and knowing that my greatest potential lies in allowing myself to be found. in that, there is nothing to fear. I AM, after all, the One in my own life – and this is about my life.
In 6 short days, lives changed, worlds expanded, potential awakened and meaning came to life in the simple act of living authentically, in that which presented in one breath to the next. No master plan. No sense of ‘knowing’ and a great sense of ‘being’ the discovery. I know there is so much more that continues to unfold and in this moment, words escape me. Perhaps there will be more in a day or two…
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