|Wednesday, 14 December 2011 19:17|
Blessings and Appreciationby Rhonda Hull - 2012
It is my sincere hope that my daughters, women their age, and the generations that are to follow will read this unable to relate to not feeling enough, better prepared to maneuver through life with a greater sense of acceptance and self-confidence than I had, and if not may these words inspire healing for us all.
It seems women over time have let go of so many dreams. We have minimized our hopes, our worth, and our wants for so many generations that the fire of passion within us has dimmed or become obscured. For some it is unrecognizable. For others only a vague sense. Many of us no longer know who we are, let alone know what we are here for. We no longer see that the nurturing and fruition of our dreams is imperative to the overall well-being, not only of other women, but of the Universe and beyond.
Sadly, we have become fatigued, and have adapted to seeing through the filter of limitation, despair, depression, fear, and scarcity, believing that our false vision is true. Many women have mutated to believe that there is no choice and that compromise is our calling. By conforming to ‘keep the peace’, we have fostered anything but peace. We have blurred our innate truth and no longer comprehend that we are designed, ordained, and destined to have and give life to our optimistic desires. It is not only our essential and individual well being, but the well being of all life that depends upon us reviving our ‘yes’, our intuitive ambition, creative insights, and our feminine perspective, and the power that comes when it is offered with love as the flame at its core.
I am so grateful this is no longer tolerable to me, so I wiggle and explore, dare and pioneer in my own humble way of forward and backward steps to make a difference and make inner sense of it all. It is crucial we each awaken to our magnificence and connect from that place, although we are not sure how. I know that even though I am uncertain of next steps, like a growing number of women, I am tickled and teased forward by the curiosity of my callings, challenged by my limited thinking, and ache to know without question that I am not only enough, but extraordinary, simply because I breathe.
Rather than remain shackled by suppression and old stories, my own and that imposed on women for eons, I want to empower my ability to treasure and honor my own feminine breath and dare to trust my innate knowing. My slumber in predictable and familiar dysfunction has become so restless that I can no longer be tempted to stay asleep. It is time to turn on the light, whether in increments or in one big flash, and become more discerning, more my Self. wobbly on how but certain that it is time, I offer my ‘grain of sand’ to the beach of the evolution of consciousness. I am realizing that the things that go bump in the night are only shadows and illusions that we have made up and made real. They dissolve in the light of Truth, and peace fills the darkness.
If you are fortunate, you come to a point of realizing that life is too short not to awaken, though awakening from a deep sleep is sometimes difficult. Weary of complacency we push away from darkness, wipe the sleep from our eyes, and crawl through the constricting tunnel of our limiting beliefs toward the light, called like a moth to a flame. No one looks forward to the labor and unknowns of birth, other than by accepting that it is the only way to the other side. So, even though I am not always certain of how to proceed, I courageously say ‘yes’ to the next moment, willing to learn as I go. I choose shed my doubts and proceed trusting that the journey is benevolent.
I find myself still ‘letting go,’ but no longer forfeiting the essence of myself. I now have the heart-felt notion to ‘let go’ of the illusions as they are revealed, the limiting beliefs and fears that have too long held me back. I am a pilgrim of life.
Regardless of my uncertainties I sense it is time for a dramatic rebirth, time to courageously evolve toward the daylight of knowing in my heart my true Self... allowing, incubating, nudging, listening deeply and fostering, allowing, not forcing, even welcoming change by leaning into my intuition rather than my doubts. I continually refine the quality of my thinking and expand my ability to give thanks. I stretch my faith and intuition, focusing on and feeling the joy around me even when it appears in the most unlikely circumstances.
I open to, and in a titillating and exhilarating way, I welcome any necessary leap of faith that might align me with my intention, trusting that I will soar and land not only on my own feet, but into my own comforting arms with the same sense of safety that a newborn feels skin-to-skin with its mother.
“When fear knocked at the door and faith answered, no one was there.” -- Old English Proverb
Often it is the simple insights and renewal of clear vision that are the most profound asset. Life is simple after all, though not always easy. Our true gifts emerge with a natural flow as we dare to step out of our own way, by finding our place to belong and be sufficient by realizing that we already do and are. We succumb to the odd but true notion that we are worthy and worthwhile, and then notice our real selves reflected in the eyes of others. Life becomes joyful even amidst the chaos. We delight in knowing we are not alone for the asking and link arms with greater trust, gathered around the well, not with a need to be right or completed by another, but to reveal our wonderings and follow our curiosities in a safe setting where we can fully embrace and engage with our happiness and partake in the joy of others.
Our need to connect, acknowledge our worth, and collaborate for the greater good is as certain as our need for air even though it feels new and awkward, and now women are awakening to our festering ecologic, spiritual, and universal call to speak our bold truths and take a stand for a sustainable way of being to protect one another, our young and Mother Earth. We must not allow our consciousness and passions to remain asleep nor be tempted to have our forward steps be conventional or predictable. Our boldness and courage is needed now to open our hearts, change the quality of our thinking, see new possibilities, and to forgive ourselves and others in order to shift the horrors we can rectify merely by being ourselves. It is time to activate our gifts and respond to our callings. A messy process perhaps, but a certain and important one.
I have no answers. I do have inklings. By daring to more consistently honor the whispers of insights that beckon change beyond denial, the choice point becomes more audible and compelling. When I am alert I am instinctively propelled in a hopeful direction to take each ‘next step’ forward. My tenacity boosts me further away from my comfort zone and toward a greater awareness if I care to listen. Many are called, and few dare to listen, but I am an eager student. More consciously and willingly I dive into my rebirth and welcome expanded aliveness with every new decade.
What a relief to realize that the journey of life is one of self-acceptance, not of self-improvement. I dismantle my former definition of ‘success’ held me hostage in the belief that I was not enough. I am a curious and innocent wayshower and archaeologist of new meaning, ready to explore seeing through new eyes. Why not play big and full? Transforming my path from ‘shoulds’ and ‘have-tos’ I discover what cannot be seen when playing small. I delight in joining with others who are hungry to free themselves, no longer willing to linger in the status quo. I am a pilgrim, pioneer, and peacemaker of inner and outer prosperity despite the odds and obstacles of which I formerly saw myself the victim. Those knowing that joy and peace are possible, engage to shape a healthy relationship from broken ones and walk hand-in-hand to remind one another when we default to our old trance state.
Contrary to what we were taught, women did not cause ‘the fall’. We are not weak or worthless. We have incredible gifts channeled through powerful intuition and act with great stamina and devotion. We are enough, even as we stretch to connect with this lost art of knowing, and our intentions are supported by a lineage of wise women who dared before us. We are born with original blessings, not original sin, and are called now to humbly embrace our magnificence to best and bring the world to a place of peace. We are called to lay our addictions to perfection and guilt aside and to question our belief in our brokenness to make room for miracles that will emerge from new perspective bathed with grace.
There is nothing to fix or to do, but rather merely to say “YES” to our call, regardless the form in which it is delivered. As we search for and reclaim our passions we will discover hints of who we fully and honestly are, less attached to what others might think as we try on new ways of being. ‘In-to-me-see’. Genuine intimacy. For, it is not until we love ourselves that we can authentically love others.
Learning to love ourselves as purely as we love others is instrumental in shifting the legacy of all women, and for all women. For myself first, for my daughters and their children, for my dearest friends, and for for all of us, I grant myself permission to love what is rather than resist it. In doing so I give birth to my true self. I am strong and flexible, and learn that birth can be natural and easy, even joyful despite the label I was given as a ‘victim’, the label I now reject. I step openly into limitless possibilities, seeing the good rather than fearing the worst. Colored by my innate creativity, I breathe deep and emerge naked, comfortable, curious, and free. I offer my birth cry as the announcement that I am in this present moment here fully, and I activate my bold and true voice step-by-step with the gift of choice, intuition, kindness, insight and gentle clarity as a power source of transformation, awakening, and peace. I grow. I expand. I dance. I speak up.
Mistakes and all, I become more confident by stepping with faith into the unknowns... and with each breath will come another birth, and with each birth will come another breath. For that is the life of woman, strengthened by knowing we need not walk that path alone or disconnected form our Source. We caress Oneness.
This journey of life is the journey of birth, and birth and death are a revolving door that offers powerful insight. My destiny of purpose takes a multitude of forms with far greater possibilities than the one that women were brainwashed to believe was the only one and the only way through which we could be fulfilled. Birth (and death) is part of our evolution, and a powerful passion from which no woman is exempt. Every women is innately capable of giving birth to herself from her own heart.
All women are mothers to someone, some thing, some project, or some idea. And, because this is so, we are all blessed as ‘sage femmes’ - wise women and midwives to the new. Now it is time for women to give birth, each in our unique way, to the peace, power, and presence for which we have longed yet are now only imagining we already are. We are the ones we have been waiting for. Now is the only moment we have, and Love is the answer to every question.
To all the extraordinary ordinary wonderful ones I love and admire, I want you to drink in that you have touched my life in a profound way. You have befriended and welcomed me. You have beckoned me to stretch, accepted me as I am, and have made it safe for me to grow, question, and dare. You have fostered my pioneering spirit and stayed by me when I have lost my way.
You have loved me and challenged me, invited and nudged me to the brink of change, and I have loved myself enough to leap. You have teased out my creativity. You have fostered and applauded my intuitive and awkward steps, cannon balls, belly flops and back flips, and with my gentle or resisted choices to respond rather than react, you have encouraged me to look forward with less fear and greater joy. You are simply amazing and deeply cherished. I appreciate that you have been instrumental in some way in me giving myself permission to reveal and clarify my passions that have been longing to be set free, and have called me to trust myself more.
And best of all I know you love me still and all, and for the magnificence of you I am forever grateful.
In this season of joy, I feel deep happiness, satisfaction and self-love in an expanded way even amidst all the uncertainties we face. Through your love and generosity of spirit I experience the peace that is possible.
Thank you, dear One. I am grateful to travel the exciting path of life in your good company.
Continuous blessings, appreciation, and a deep bow of gratitude,
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