Have you ever been so inspired you cried? The bliss-overwhelm of the moment seeping out of the corners of your eyes half way through your inhale, making you laugh out loud to yourself?
That was me this morning. Running the last block to my house with the dogs in tow, the amount of information being downloaded into my brain during the walk so overwhelming I hurried, in tears, to get to my pen and paper.
Here’s what I wrote in my head and thankfully remembered enough to get down on paper when I arrived home, wet face and all:
A radiant, raging flame of desire burns between your heart and your belly button. Your story matters. Awake to the spiritual laws of The Universe, you hear the call. You need to write. You love this more than anything you’ve ever done. In brave moments as you free those sizzling, red-orange-singed words onto the page you’re healed. The Feng Shui saves your soul. So why aren’t you writing?
You’re gasping for breath in a little a box you locked yourself up in; dwelling in the corner, staring at walls smeared black with rules and lies of should and supposed to. Decades of wet blankets muffle the shrieking while your spirit burns. Realize now; all it would take to set yourself free is putting your pen on the page.
We don’t want to sweep up your ashes filled with the sparkling shreds of dreams that would have saved the world. We want to hear your story. We want your radiant, raging fire to light a spark inside of us. We want to be saved.
Feel the weight lifted as you peel the wet blankets off. Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter three. I can breathe. Chapter four. Chapter five. I’m fucking alive. Chapter six. Chapter seven. I’m worthy. Chapter eight. Chapter nine. Chapter ten. I’m on fire and the glow spreads across the earth for all to see. I love myself. I was born for THIS!
Wake up. Be brave. Heal your shit. Do what you love.
Take a deep breath. And write.
It seems I was born for this – this writing thing. It took a while to get to a place I could embrace it all and have the courage to share.
Arriving in the middle of my soul’s calling at 47 is surreal, exciting and so kick-ass.
I rode the bus home from the Hay House Writer’s Conference yesterday, having spent the two mind-blowing days, and the rest of the long weekend with my Canadian artist soul mate, Jeanette MacDonald in New York. I slept most of the way home, completely spent from the amount of excitement and inspiration I received.
Bottom line – DO WHAT YOU LOVE! If you hear those words from me and think, “Yes, I think I will,” then great! If you need to hear them from someone else, go find someone else to shout them to you. I learned that many of us are saying the same thing, and that doesn’t matter. What matters is your unique voice and getting your message out to the world.
“There are far more people that are unwell than people who are showing up to be the light.” Gabby Bernstein
So go be the light. Stop waiting.
“Stand in the acknowledgment of your worthiness.” Nancy Levin
You are worthy. Your story matters. You have a responsibility to share your message. Stop letting fear get in your way and go do your thing.
Everyone loves a serendipitous moment, right? My time in New York was spent in moments that strung the magic together like beads on a Mala, one perfectly placed miracle at a time. I had prayed for these signs. I didn’t expect to get dumped on like the ice bucket challenge.
I prayed to the blood red super moon. I noticed the triple ones and eights decorating the sidewalk as I walked through the streets. I giggled as my friend finished my sentences and at the perfection of the messages being spoken to my heart from the stage.
So I cried on the way home this morning. Not only will I hear the call, I’ll make sure everyone knows I was born for this. I’ll not let anything get in my way, not fear, not unworthiness, not naysayers, should’s or supposed to’s.
I couldn’t contain my enthusiasm when my husband picked me up from the bus stop yesterday and I began recounting the moments of my trip. I burst into tears for the first time in these two days letting him see for the first time in three years that I mean business with my writing. I was so stuck, never letting him in on that emotion, afraid of his rejection. As the damn broke and he sat listening, interested, I knew something had shifted.
“Try a little harder from wherever you’re stuck. It’s likely you know the answer.”
Nick Ortner
Yes, yes I do know the answers. They’ve been there all along. I had so much noise on top of them I couldn’t hear their whispers. I’ll teach others what I’ve learned. I’ll figure out a way to help people with my story. My words are a gift to the world…but nobody can receive that gift unless I share them.
“If you want to clean a house, you have to first see the dirt.” Louise Hay
My dirt was piled in layers over my soul. When I started writing I found a way to clean house, to Feng Shui my soul. Now I want to inspire others to do that kind of healing.
I thought I’d follow Reid Tracy’s (the president and CEO of Hay House), advice to take a week to chill before putting anything into action. Ha! So I meditated this morning and then went for my walk, without my phone (the usual emergency note taking device). I could feel the ideas coming like a herd of buffalo behind me and I ran to the house for my notepad before they could trample me down.
Standing at the computer with tears still streaming, I caught the beginning of my dream with my key strokes and smiled again.
This is it. I’m ready. Deep breath. Write.
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