I call this photo mosaic “A Boy and His Dream”.
I took the photos last night at my son’s aerial class. When he stood in front of the silks (the photo on the top left) this message was born.
Logistics and time.
My son’s class is a total of two and a half hours (including driving time).
When my mind thinks of all of the things one could do with one-hundred-fifty minutes–I become resistant to sitting there in a chilly gym while my son practices this art.
When my heart feels the joy of his actions, the reflection of infinite possibility he is living as he learns to soar in ways far beyond what I am capable of teaching him–I feel there is nothing more important than spending that time being present for (and to) him.
Committing to love, I put aside my “fillers”–-the computer, books, writing, my phone–and I watch his class.
My son loves to have photos of his class, but I let the myth of imperfection get in the way…until last night.
I stood there with his iPhone camera, and I focused on capturing what I thought he would like.
The moment he stood in front of the silks, the caption “A Boy and His Dream” arose. I felt the significance of the moment. He is living his dream!
(And I wouldn’t have felt the depth of that had I allowed filler to distract me from vesting full presence!).
I watched as he stayed on the silks, practicing and stretching in all ways. I saw his strength and flexibility…his determination and commitment.
And, I felt so incredibly honored to be his mother.
Love to the ‘nth degree’.
The example I am sharing today is about my son and his experience; my daughter is equally as amazing, in different ways.
This section then, is about both of them.
There is so much talk about teenagers and stages and “what to expect”.
We vest presence through that, not buying into what we are told might happen, choosing instead to vest presence to our experience.
We honor individual path–I am probably an unconventional mom and they are probably unconventional teenagers.
We play with energy and presence and manifesting and dare each other to stretch in the fields we are individually involved in.
My children do what I could not–my son soars and my daughter barrel races (with horses) and they do it with full trust and enjoyment. Their reflections inspire me.
And, that is only possible because we don’t place labels or parameters on love; as we collaborate with Love, we are consistently allowing unfolding into new spaces.
When we dream, we don’t think of “why that is not possible” we, instead live the possibility, with Love.
They know that one day I am going to sail around the world and I know that their journeys will lead them to places beyond what we can imagine now.
We say: how high, how far, how fast, how exciting!
We dare each other to do it, be it, live it.
An experience far different from what I had known most of my life…
And, so I ask you, dear reader? When you allow yourself to dream, with love, what arises within? Would you like to share those heart whispers here? I will affirm them..energetically and with words.
(When you turn this reflection inward, it is about far more than silks, it is absolutely about full presence, with Love…are there spaces and/or connections within your life asking for such presence?)
Much peace and abundant love,
Reminder: Linger. Savor. Relish.