November 5, 2012
Stumbling blindly through life is something I have found myself doing whenever I leave the path of my vision. When my inner sight is clouded, I get lost in a place much like a damp, dark well. The only thing that accompanies me is the drip, drip, drip of my weirdest thoughts.
Recapturing your vision takes courage, especially if you are apt to think of everyone else’s welfare but your own. To stand in the strength of your own truth is a daunting task when it is at odds with what society deems acceptable. Rather than carry the inner conflict out into the world, we bury it deep inside, fearful of the reaction our environment might have about our wildest dreams.
Mae West said good girls don’t change the world. Stepping out of our self-made prisons is the first thing required. Self-understanding informs everything we do. So if we think we can’t do something because it’s not proper or we’re worried about what other people will think, we’ve totally missed the point that this is our life and we get to decide how to live it.
Building a vision is a lot like building a house. You first need a plan. How many rooms do you want to build? How big should they be? What is the reason for the space you are creating?
Then you need to find the resources: what can you afford to take on, what not? What kind of materials will you need to support the house you want to build?
Then comes the execution. Will you build the house yourself or hire help to do so? How long do you anticipate the implementation will take? Are you flexible enough to accept delays or last-minute changes? Can you live with the outcome, even if it isn’t perfect?
Coming to the light is what your vision is all about. When you have a focus, things fall into place more easily than if you have no clue what you are doing. You don’t need to know every last detail. Trust that what you feel is right. It will guide you to where you need to go next.
Baby steps will get you there. No quantum leaps required.
September 17, 2009
Take five minutes to watch this incredible report by Judy Martin on the new workplace. It’s a stellar reminder of how many possibilities we have to live the power of slow in all we do with flexibility, trust and a value system in place.
July 13, 2009
The word faith got some bad play during the interminable eight years of the Bush administration. We started wars in the name of faith. We cut social services in the name of faith (in a collapsing capitalist structure).
Somewhere along the line we lost the golden thread of faith as the invisible thread to the Divine that informs our Being. Kind of like the reason we’re here, and all.
But today’s TUT message got me to thinking. It observes a moment in time when a tiny bird lands on the exact branch it set out to land on. How does it do it, the author asks?
…that little bird just knew. It had faith, in spite of not being able to see how things would work out, that if (and only if) it stayed the course the details would be taken care of; that an opening would appear and a twig would be found. In fact, had she slowed down enough to carefully and logically inspect the tree first, the prudent thing to do, she would have lost her lift and fallen to the ground.
Sometimes overthinking things gets us tied up in a mess. Slowing down is good when it is done in faith that things will work out just as they should. It is in the inner knowing that our Divinity resides, raising us all up and landing us right where we need to be.