Overly straight spines. Leaning forward in chairs, eager to please. Relentless application of lipstick. Feet crammed into too tight shoes. Eyes forever comparing – she’s more, I’m less. Exhaustion. Onthephoneonthecomputer textingtypingcheckingrechecking. Seeking not finding a connection that enables a softening of the heart and the shared space of being met where we are.
I’m not enough. What should I do? I’m not ready. I can’t.
Then the same tremulous whispers bullied into aggressive I statements ::: I need to. I have no choice. Of course, I’ll do it.
Reaction. Indecision. Fear.
The covering up of truth with layers of busy.
I want instead
The nourishment of silence and white space. Space enough for us all to finally exhale. Resonance. Peaceful, contained, and regal knowing that bubbles up from within. Self-dignity. Self-adoration. Overlapping communities where people tell the truth about themselves to each other. High integrity heart to heart, mind to mind, gut to gut conversations that leave nothing to chance. The precision of thought that comes along with awareness.
I now know
That you know you’ve been kidding yourself. The truth of who you are does not go away – it waits for you while you pretend you don’t hear it. It’s patient. Quiet until given permission to emerge. Ready when you are.
That your voice may crack a few times, but with practice it will bring us all to our feet. We’re waiting for your song. We’ll be so grateful to hear it sung out loud.
It doesn’t have to be so hard. Saying No paves the way to the delicious, life-affirming Yes’es. The ones that dissolve obstacles and catalyze ease.
You’ve got this. We’ve all got this.
Eager to experience the trickle-down effects of all this truth-telling. Giddy with excitement at the table of those who embrace our power. Curious about what will be unleashed in venues small and large, private and public.
Ready to dive in and do the work myself, with others, with the system. Available and at the service of transformative change.