"The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Archive for July, 2012

Finding the way home

“Stop looking for the answers from strangers. The answers to life are within you. Only YOU know what makes your heart feel at home. Only you can hear your inner voice. The key is in asking the right questions.” ~ C Nordyke

When  seeking direction in life’s challenges I have often wished that I could reach up into thin air and grab the “magic book” of answers. I’ve felt that I just know it’s there … if I could just figure out how to actually see it to pick it up.  It was as though the solutions to my challenges existed somewhere outside of me, if I could just connect to the answers or perhaps to a person who could give them to me.

I lived most of my life this way; always looking outside myself to find myself.
Giving my power away. Living as though someone other than me was more qualified or had a clearer vision of what I should be doing or feeling or what was best for me. All I had to do was find the person with the answers.

SEEDSfromHOMEwithinYOUAs I have been working with some incredibly gifted coaches and mentors over the past several years I’ve become aware that for most of my life, in some form or another I’ve been giving my power away to others.  Some didn’t want it, some exploited it and some lovingly handed it back to me – a gift I did not know how to receive.

When making new friends, sometimes there would be an unexplainable heart connection where I felt that although we had just met, we’d somehow known each other forever. In these relationships I held nothing back believing that in sharing as much as I could, as accurately as I could, the other person would be able to feed it back to me with an answer or a solution to whatever life challenge was presenting itself at the time.  I didn’t realize what a burden this placed on the relationship and how unfair it was to both of us. To you, I offer my humble apologies.

My early coaching sessions followed this old and familiar behavior of giving up my power by providing information and expecting a nice, neat package of answers all tied up with a bow that outlined the plan for my life. Thankfully, the feedback from my coaches and mentors did not come delivered in the way that I expected it to. My power has always been lovingly handed back to me along with tools and practices that assist me to ask the right questions and then listen to the wisdom of my own heart to find what I seek.

I am grateful to these gifted souls for their infinite patience and guidance which has assisted me to unfurl a few more petals on the ever-blossoming flower that is uniquely “me”. It feels wonderfully liberating to be able to stand in confidence in my own power with trust that what I seek is already whispering inside my heart, I am simply required to become quiet enough to hear it.

Throw the seed catalogs away! The seeds for the beautiful flower that you are already exist within you. Your heart gives you clues as to which seeds to water. You will know you have chosen wisely when you feel blissfully at home in whatever you are doing.

No matter where you are in the world, if you allow it, your heart can bring you home. Keep watering those seeds!

Dreams Awake: Out of the blur and into the light

The other day, for some reason, I began referring to my life as my dream.  I had been meditating in the garden through which I saw a blank canvas, paint and brushes.  As color was loaded and brush strokes applied I began to see a clear picture of how I was actively painting my own reality in each and every moment.  This ‘mind movie’ was comprised of a series of mental pictures representing the thoughts constantly streaming through my head. I saw symbols of my thoughts from the distant past, recent past and the here and now. It appeared and felt to me as though I was dreaming yet I was wide awake.

Step by StepAfter opening my eyes the dreamy state continued. I was observing Jeff cutting a section of PVC pipe to make holders for the bamboo sticks in the garden shed. As he cut and mounted the pipe on the wall I became aware that his actions had created a sort of brush stroke on the painting of my dream that I simply would not have made.  While what he was doing made perfect sense and was a valuable addition, I had not considered it. My own vision somehow took certain things for granted and in my mental painting of my dream they were slightly out of focus or part of the background.

In Jeff’s painting however, these sections of pipe had purpose. He felt it important enough to load the brush and then apply the stroke with a specific goal in mind. The results are a beautiful and functional order in the chaos. No more bamboo sticks falling all over each other and getting in the way. Need a bamboo stick? Here they are all neatly bundled and waiting to be chosen for a task. It was a place where the addition of a small ‘tool’ created certainty. It struck me how this one seemingly silly little thing was an example of how attention to detail in the right area can result in creating an ease or a natural flow as we move through our garden shed.

Watching this happen seemed to be in slow motion.  I realized how fortunate I am to be sharing and living the experience of my dream with someone like Jeff who is living the experience of his dream. He didn’t ask me for ‘permission’ to load his brush with that particular color. He didn’t consult with me before he made the stroke, he just did it. It was part of HIS dream to do so.

In choosing to share my dream space with him there is a trust that is developed between us. I trust him to go along following the motions of his dream and he trusts me taking action in the motions of mine. What’s happening in the building of this trust is absolutely beautiful. As I saw these silly little PVC pipes being attached to the wall they began to take on so much significance that I realized they weren’t silly at all.

Inspired by the two brush strokes, my mind began rearranging some of the contents of the shed to complement the new additions. What was, fifteen minutes ago, a blur on the canvas suddenly began to have detail defined. What were previously large clouds of light and shadow now began to take on more definition.

I was inspired to load color of my own and apply a few more brush strokes to continue in the shed after Jeff moved on. To define in more detail, a place where for a moment in time our dreams merged.; a place where one plus one equals three. By each of us painting on our own canvas yet sharing a third, separate canvas at the same time, we created something that remains behind to enhance the space that supports us as we travel through it performing the tasks of our callings.

What dreams will you paint on your canvas today? Who will you share them with?

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