Sunday Night Essentials
Walking on the tightrope of her dreams, she unloads all unnecessary baggage that threatens to throw her off course.
The baggage does not discard easily, as attachments from years of association with them have kept her comfortably stuck.
The years of molding into others lives, shrinking her needs so they were microscopic organisms only detectable using high tech equipment, and apologizing for things she did not ever do, were over. She recalled the words “You teach people how to treat you” and let out a sigh knowing that good things were in store.
MICROSCOPIC EXISTENCE NO LONGER DEFINED HER LIFE.
She dreamt of vacating her mind and inhabiting her body. Her heart and soul aligned and her bountiful exterior world mimicked her rich and boundless inner world. Limitations and boundaries fell away as she continually free fell into the unknown. With arms flung wide, heart open, and a glean in her eyes no darkness could veil, she journeyed on sowing seeds of deep healing, and a joy so tangible, you could almost (but not quite) purchase it.
She was not alone.
She had never been alone.
Years of frantic searching and grasping had led her straight into the center of her pain and eventual emptiness.
SHE LET GO OF THE IDENTIFICATION WITH BEING STUCK
Your soul has a heartbeat. Do you ever stop to listen to it?
Following its rythym will lead you down the right path and guide you into each moment with a sureness and ease only faith can touch. Are you willing to retreat from the constant noise and movement that drowns out the priceless call residing in sacred stillness? When will it EVER be “the right time”?
Bills will ALWAYS need to be paid, homes will need cleaning and fixing, friends will ALWAYS have a crisis needing an immediate response, and nicely packaged American Dream Goals will always be waiting to be achieved so you can move on to the next one. If we live with an “eventual” attitude, we will continue to be run by lies and reside in the valley of illusion.
I ask these things not so much of you, but of myself. I use the excuse of “I’m only 25″ often. I tell myself that I would live a full throttle existence but I need to save some for later, so I only let out a little bit of my potential at a time…like a balloon you don’t want to deflate.
Who am I kidding?
I’m not going to deflate. And even if I did, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing!
NOW is the moment I have been waiting for.
