Celebrate the Spirit of Magnanimous Joy
What I wish you knew about me:
Probably four years ago, my friend Caroline (who takes the most aesthetically beautiful and breathtakingly touching photos!) had a site she called ‘Dream Weavers’ (no longer in existence).
One day, I submitted my dream and it was accepted to be featured (hugely symbolic there!..as if a dream would be denied? We do that to ourselves, but a dream site wouldn’t do such).
I still hold it close to my heart. Something like:
“I am on my comfort beach (in “reality” a beach close to me that I visit often to express my heart whispers). As I sit in the sand–barefoot of course–my pup runs laps around me. I look to the hills on my right and feel enormous gratitude for all that I have experienced in them. I look to the ocean in front and my backyard islands and feel such joy at the adventures I have had on them. I feel my stomach–quite plump with pregnancy–and experience such peace, knowing all is well.
I am taking a break from my “job” of writing, sharing energy and love through my shop. My two children are at school, my love in his own place writing and creating. I fondly think of all that we have created and treasure each precious moment. Soon, we will all return home, to our boat which is docked at the marina behind me. We will spend the evening together, eating something delicious, entertaining each other with stories from our day, painting or reading, or just being together. Sometimes we are each off on our own adventure, so I cherish these moments of togetherness.
As I sit there, I think of how lucky I am to be a mom, to be in love not only with an energetically matched partner but with world, and to share energy through such a beautiful place. I blow a thank you kiss to the sun as I gather pup and rise to continue creating.”
When I visioned this dream four years ago, I was far in circumstance from living it. I had a full-time job at the hospital, two children, and a project boat in a marina far from this beach that I visit. And, I had a heart full of faith. That is it. That is what I had.
Oh, and the belief that magic is real and *everything* truly is possible.
There are a few moments of doubt when my mind kicks in and I think it impractical for me to want to sail around the world; or unlikely that someone else will open their heart to magic, love, and simplicity; so I temporarily shelve my dream. I use the “excuse” I am human, and that is what humans often do, shelve what we truly want as we “settle for” what we have.
Those few moments are the exception.
My truth is, that I have no words to describe how phenomenal it is to experience the reality that each time I open my heart to new and different, I am living a component of that dream. It is not necessarily the specific details of the dream, but the feeling: of creating, of nature, of peace and love and joy, of connection, of family, of allowing my passion to be my work (or my work to be my passion). Yet, the specific details are often presented as well. Because I open my heart to the possibility of living it right now, and I allow it to happen. I receive into my space from a place of transparency and vulnerability.
I am bold enough to ask, gracious enough to receive, confident enough to create .
When I learn to drop “enough“….I am living that dream fully. (Bold, gracious, and confident are very empowering in creating!).
So, I continue to open my heart through doubt and fear to the reflection of infinite possibility.
Thank you for all that you share: your stories inspire me, your creations encourage me, your words often affirm my own beliefs. Thank you for having the courage to be transparent and vulnerable, and for allowing me the same.
This article was inspired by A Simple Path to an Unexpected Condition–may we follow Alex’s example and choose to connect through our vulnerabilities rather than to hide them.
May I ask, what do you wish people to know about you? May you leave a comment below, or write me an email. I lovingly encourage you to share.
Much peace and abundant love,
Reminder: Experiment. Explore. Experience.