“She silently stepped out of the race she never wanted to be in, found her own lane and proceeded to win.” -Anonymous This is one of those memes that has been floating around the internet for some time. It catches your eye; it makes you pause and think for a moment about your own journey. Some will brush it off and keep on scrolling, as if it did not pertain to them as they owned that they were stuck in their monotonous life. They silently admire those who could own the words as well as the action. Then there are those who will feel the meaning pierce through their soul in a way that defines who they are in this moment. They can relate to the suffocating depths behind the words that captivated their once old life. Today, they smile warmly, grateful for finding their path that they fully own in the moment. Both have something in common. They read those words, thought about those words, and had deep feelings about the underlying truth in each word. What struck your core when you read them? My journey has proven to take in these words, dismiss these words and challenge these words many times along those footsteps that I have walked up until this point. Courage to be who you are is something we all wish we could own. It is not simple. It is not easy. It is possible. I believe we must constantly ask ourselves the hard and defining question; ‘Do I want to be on this road that I find myself walking?’ The answer will vary. Taking the road less travelled is not always possible due to circumstances; you can consider how to take a side road that will allow a little bit of yourself to come through until you can get to the main road. Recently, I had the honor and privilege, as I watched a dear friend devour these words. They had been walking a journey no one would wish on an enemy, but knew it had to be done. It has been years of uncovering the core meaning and depth of how it took its own role in their life. The profound years of process has left me speechless as it came to resolution, for I knew the steps intimately. The grace, courage, and strength this friend showed in using their voice in the most powerful ways was admirable; for without even knowing the convoluted importance of their actions, theirs was the voice of countless others. Their voice was that of the silenced. Their resilience was a necessity for breathing and now their light was one I do not think will ever be turned out again against their will. “She silently stepped out of the race she never wanted to be in, found her own lane and proceeded to win.” Life does not have to be all or nothing. One part of your story does not have to define the entire roadmap. How do you want to start taking a side road for a bit? How can you honor the steps walked and know that they were to guide you to the moment that is waiting for you? The light is waiting for you, the race has turned into a relay. Ask someone to join you, you do not have to finish the marathon alone. More Blog Posts here...
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"Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending. You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility." -St. Augustine
I love this quote as Augustine asks, 'Do you wish to rise?' We all hear the prompts of 'rise up' so often in our society whether it be for a cause or ourselves. But, what an interesting starting point to ask of our personal foundation. Have you embraced your personal level of humility? Have you defined humility in your life? It is a powerful place to begin. I wonder if we first can define and embrace our own humility, what will we see in the rising up for others? What will you bring to the table? More Minute Retreats Here... Why do we walk through life thinking that our woundedness is a negative attribute? It took me a long time on my wounded journey to understand that those wounds could possibly add to the journey, add to life, and even help others along they way if I were open to allowing them to do so. I think often we suffocate our worth in our wounds. What if we embraced our wounds as service to others? Can you share your journey, be a light to another while you heal from your personal darkness? I woke up this morning with this one word on my mind. Value.
A random ' how-to' article popped up on how a quite young person was able to retire so young. I took the bait, curious. It was incredibly depressing. He essentially had to take all the joy out of his life and live very methodically. While I understand the point, my wisdom in years knows that life is short. We do not know our end date. It could come sooner than others as we see daily in our world. Do you really want to live with this mentality of 'I will live when...my life is financially secure.’? A minimalist at heart, many know I live by what I need, not by what I have and do not cross those lines very often. Sure, I struggle. Sure, I wish some days I had the money to just get up and pay for things with ease. But, at the same time, I can see the value in this photo. Sometimes we truly miss the point or hardcore meaning behind the word. If you were to look around you, what holds value to you on your desk? A stone reminding you of a hike with a loved one. A shell that you picked up watching the sunrise on a long ag beach trip. Or even a quote you jotted down on a torn piece of paper that you heard randomly one day, and it stuck with you. Value isn't in grand things, rather, value is what you make of it. Value isn't in having a journey all put together in a wrapped up box, value is in the messy parts. These beautiful little homemade pipe cleaner flowers that sit on my kitchen counter were made by kids over 10 years ago on May Day, my most favorite day of the year; a day to buy flowers for strangers, friends or loved one's 'just because.' They hold more value than I can measure, yet not worth anything to anyone else but me. How do you see value? What do you hold as valuable? How could you change how value acts in your life? More Retreats Here! When you read these words, what is the first thing that comes to your mind? Personally, I have a very vivid picture from a recent experience. I have had the privilege and honor of walking with people in their final days of life. It is an experience that some will never walk, either by choice or happenstance. For myself, it was asked of me, a call. When I read these four small words recently from a friend, the depth of their meaning became larger than life. An image that is close to my heart is clear, the memory still alive in mind. My hands holding my dear friend’s hands wrapped in a rosary that was so sacred to the both of us from a time where life and beauty consumed us. The words…rang true in a deeper way than I expected. When the final days of your life are upon you, do you see yourself alone or do you see someone by your side? To be able to have the honor to hold someone’s hand who is leaving this life, is beyond words that I could write simply here. And to be honest, they are sacred moments, that I want to hold close to my heart and respect the soul crossing over. But then if we were to take a step further away from the idea of death, my hand in yours, is the epitome of human connection. How often in this life have you found yourself in the simple act of holding someone’s hand? A love interest, a child, a parent or just a friend. It feels to me as if this is always associated with love, but in fact, I have held the hand of many in different contexts and levels of connect. Human connection. The act of touch is such an important physical connection. It is complicated and impassioned for most, while some find it an incredibly difficult act to receive or offer to another. Touch is an intimate experience and for some it is not always associated with positive feelings. Those are ones whose stories need to converge with healing to be able to relearn this most basic human expression in the most honest and humble of ways. Hand in hand can bring comfort, a sense of peace and a feeling of safe haven. Our world can be a lonely place and something as simple as holding one’s hands can enhance the emotional need to not feel alone. Volunteers in retirement homes and hospice care will sit by the bedside of those who will not say a word in their pain and fleeting breath but hold their hand to let them know someone is there. They are not alone. It is a very genuine experience I have always believed that those in comas can sense and understand all that is around them. The body is a mystical form which no one can utterly understand the true depths of its existence and how it processes the surrounding life. I have had a ministry in Lourdes, France for over 20yrs where I walk with those who are quite ill or dying. They come for the healing waters. Without revealing the sacred prayers or journey into the baths, I will say that I have held countless hands as I walked them into the water. Between the human connection reminding them that I walk with them our eyes connect along with the touch and to the peace and prayer they are walking towards, it is the greatest human spiritual experience of my life. So, as I age, the act of touch has transformed itself into many different experiences of acceptance, on many distinct levels. I am grateful that I have taken the chance on human connection and turned what was once an evil thought to one that is the most beautiful experience I have embraced on my journey. Ask yourself if you are open to human touch. If you shy away from it, it brings you fear, or is something that you just cannot fathom…go deeper into the why. Listen. Walk yourself home to the human connection we all desire, and you will find yourself once again. More Blog Posts here... |
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