Today is June 28th. How amazing.
Thinking it's just another ordinary day?
This day, this Wednesday, is a once in a lifetime event.
Let that sink in for a moment.
This is the only Wednesday of June 27th in 2017 that you will ever, ever have. This is a special event, a celebration, without the day needing to do or be anything else.
There is nothing to prepare for, nothing to rush to, nothing to stress over for this to be a special day. This day, this very moment rather, needs not to impress or to please. It is a wondrous event in and of itself, because this day, and this moment, will never happen again.
Sure, you may happily or miserably wake up to many more Wednesdays (and I hope you do)!
Yet, a Wednesday just like this one? No.
For this Wednesday is unique, just as each day is unique from the last. This day will never repeat itself, you will never be given this gift of these specific hours again.
This magnificent painting that we live under, the sky, the cloud formations you see today, will never be the exact same again. A given day is not created as the same mundane day simply because you may choose the act the exact in the same mundane manner tomorrow or do the exact same things.
So what if you didn't act the same way? What if you chose to see the world through a new lens today?
What if you chose today to be the best day of your life?
I invite you to imagine how you would feel on your most perfect day. What face would you show to the world?
Who would you be if you were your most authentic and truest self?
What if you were given permission to fully embrace this day, fully live in it, fully take up as much possible space in it, and be vibrant in your truest form? What if you were given permission to invite whomever you wanted to partake in the enjoyment of this authentic gift, and to be best surrounded with those whom you chose to? What if you chose what affected you today? What if you chose how you feel and how you respond today?
You can. Wake up and choose the best for yourself.
Have a wonderful Wednesday.
A sweet sanctuary of peace,
a reminder to release,
to melt down at my knees.
To think of thanks,
not pleading please,
a place to place my soul at ease.
My heart, tender,
though my mind may be rough,
I lift these empty hands,
I have enough.
Translucently, love travels through me.
With these fingers spread wide,
it soaks up the spaces,
the freedom, cultivated inside.
It rides up my spine,
and with fingers intertwined,
I lift to share with the expanse,
a heart shine.
My breath, your breath,
as the only concept of time.
In these moments,
yoke, we soak.
We step into our hearts,
onto our mats,
and out of our mind.
Thank you. Has anyone said this yet to you today? Thank you. Thank you for finding the courage and strength, as weak as you may feel, to still choose life today. Thank you. You may not have even made it out of bed today, that is perfectly okay. You are still worth so much. You still chose to open your eyes, and you are choosing to read this, and for that, I commend you. You still chose life today, and you still are and always will be worthy of life. You don't believe this now, that is okay. Thank you for still choosing life. You are so incredibly worthy of a fulfilling life.
What would you do love, if you knew how truly worthy you are?
You are enough. Has anyone said this yet to you today? You are enough, not because of what you have done or haven't done. You are enough not because of what you have said or haven't said. You are more than enough, not because of your income, education, accomplishments or status. You are way more than enough, even if you've lost your income, lost sight of your education, lost your job, lost your spouse, lost those in your life.
You are so incredibly enough, even if you feel you've lost yourself.
Your worth is not determined by a certificate on the wall or how much is in your bank. You are so worthy without even any walls to surround a place you call home, so worthy without having even a bank account. You are so worthy. We will find yourself again. Are you still here? Thank you. Keep choosing life. You are so worthy of it...
What would you do love, if you knew that you did not have to prove your worth to anyone?
If you knew that no one could take away your worth? Because no one can put an amount on it. Do not give one soul permission to question your worth, ever. Do not give one soul permission to disrespect you, ever, not even yourself. You are immensely deserving of respect and love. Do not tolerate being told or believing anything different.
If anyone has tricked you into feeling unworthy, recognize this a trap, this is not the truth, this is not you. This is a reflection of their own thoughts, and they are not their thoughts either. You are not the thoughts that are asking you to give up, this is not your highest self. You do not deserve to feel unworthy.
You are enough, regardless of what anyone says. You were born enough. You have the right to take up space. Take up and breath as much space as you possibly can. Please, place one hand on your heart and one hand on your belly. Do you feel your precious heart beat? Do you feel your breath dance through your belly and chest? Breathe in deep. Breathe fuller love, expand your lungs so freely. Bask in this space. No one has the right to put you in a box. Break open, and know that you ARE worthy of this space, and of so much more.
I know you feel like closing in. Please, keep your hand on your heart and on your belly. I know you feel like making yourself small and unseen. I know you feel like closing your eyes and being non-existent. I know you feel no desire to open your eyes. But this shadow over you my friend, this pain, this depression, this numbness, this unfathomable ache, it is not all that you are. We will find you again, keep breathing. These thoughts you have to disappear, they are not you. You think they are you, because they have been by your side for so long, but they have tricked you. You are not these thoughts, and these thoughts making you think you are anything less than worthy and amazing, are not your friend. Do not attach to this voice, it is not your highest self. This pain is not you, even if it is all you feel you know right now. It is not you. Please, keep breathing. Feel your precious and miraculous heart beat again. Keep expanding those lungs. Take another breath...
I am right here with you. I hear you. I see you, I notice your pain. I feel your anger, I feel your immense ache, I feel your numbness. Yet what I also see, that you cannot right now, is how beautiful you are. I notice your desire to relieve this pain. I notice how beautiful you are. I notice your inability to feel like you can't go on like this. I notice how beautiful and how worthy you are you. I notice how important you are. You are so important. I notice your struggle, and in you my love, I notice your strength. You are so incredibly strong. You got this. You can do this. You can keep breathing. You can keep choosing life. Please. Please give yourself a chance, you so incredibly deserve this chance. You deserve the chance to feel like you can breathe fully, effortlessly. You deserve the chance to awake out of bed without such a struggle. You deserve to feel a wonderful life. Take another breath...
Love, imagine yourself so freely inhaling now, so easily, so effortlessly, so painlessly. Gift yourself compassion if you can't imagine this, keep trying, don't give up. Imagine yourself exhaling out this darkness and these thoughts that are harming you. Keep trying, don't give up. You are so much greater than this. You are so much stronger than these thoughts.
Inhale. Exhale. Keep your hand on your heart.
We need you here.
You are so loved. There ARE so many who love you. I love you, my friend. You are important to me.
Please, keep breathing, keep choosing life. A greater life beyond what you can imagine right now is beckoning you, it is choosing you. Keep inhaling, keep exhaling.
You are so worthy of it.
What use is it to say you’d like to be a writer, or a painter, yet neglect to pick up a pen or a paintbrush? It becomes a neglected desire that is left trapped, confined in your private mind. Just as useless as hoarding a bookshelf of books that remain unopened, the pages still crisp and neat, un-read, un-examined, without a highlighter or pen exploring through each syllable, bending the corners of pages you plan to revisit. What is the use, then, if you read each book, carefully, thoroughly, and yet do not discuss or write about or contemplate what you’ve found? All the knowledge, questions, new ways of thought — are left unused if you hoard it in your head, and do not use it as a vehicle to transform yourself, question yourself, or transform the lives around you. It would seem just as useful to own a shelf stacked high of paints, open them, and pour all the colors together in a concealed bowl, and leaving them there, where they will never be seen.
Being a writer is merely an idea…until you pick up the pen. Unopened tubes of paint will never create a painting. Books merely occupy space and are a home for dust until their depth is explored, until the pages have a mind and a mouth to bring their concepts to life.
So, what are you waiting for? Whatever it may be that you aspire to be, whatever it may be that you dream of doing, be it running your first 5k, taking that creative writing class, taking that dance class, picking up that instrument you haven’t played in years or perhaps never have due to the influence of fear of failing…whatever it is, I challenge you,do something, right now, to take that first step away from fear. You cannot fail at trying. You cannot fail doing something that you love. There is no right or wrong way to draw, write, dance, there is no wrong way to authentically live. Pick up the pen, put on the sneakers, or put on the music, and let your soul do a dance through you, or through any instrument you choose for it to be released. You won’t be let down; in fact, you’ll feel quite lifted up. Go and lift and light up your soul.
It’s one of those four letter words we cringe upon hearing and bite our tongue before we allow ourselves to speak about it. Yet, despite our efforts to avoid or mask it, we still are haunted by it, at times maybe even paralyzed by…fear. As a word, fear consists of merely two consonants dancing with two vowels. Yet our minds don’t dismiss fear as any other noun or verb, instead it is given a strong identity and brought to life. It grows to create not just a nightmare in our sleep, but a nightmare that continues on in our waking life.
But how do we avoid this lingering shadow of doubt and discomfort that fear reigns on us? To start, I invite you to think of yourself in a box. A small, tightly enclosed, dark box. Through the four corners where the top flaps are taped shut, you spot a tiny hole that shines a drop of light through. This light, represents hope, a glimpse of optimism that you will be released out of this dark box and into the light again soon. Yet, you find you’ve spent days in this box, weeks, perhaps months or years, that you’ve learned to be oddly comforted by the four walls of fear surrounding you. You now even dare to admit that you feel somewhat safe locked inside here. You have unknowingly made these walls your home. You find that you no longer peek outside the tiny hole to see the light anymore because you fear what is outside your box rather than what is inside. You fear the outside world not even realizing that you are virtually living inside fear. You have found that you’ve traded in your intuition, strength and hope, for what has become uncomfortably comforting. If we think of this box as a metaphor for fear, we can see how disturbingly easy our minds and bodies can be tricked to not only accept fear but to mistakenly follow it’s guidance in our lives.
Fear has its purpose to protect us from any physical, emotional, spiritual or mental danger. Yet, the dark corners of fear have a way of becoming a comfortable hiding place that somewhat masks our ability to face and cope with what it is we are truly afraid of. The darkness becomes a place that creates a consistent feeling we can recognize and count on, even if it is not pleasurable. So we hide in the false comfort of the dark that blinds us, and fear the light, which trustingly will guide us and show us the truth, if only we could open our eyes.
It is difficult to see the reality of our needs when we are in the dark. Whenever you have a decision to make and feel fear begin to slither its way in the door, I urge you to pause and ask yourself, “What would I do if I wasn’t afraid?” The truth, the light, what we need and want at our deepest roots, is always on the opposite side of fear. I invite you to break out of your box, step out of the dark cold room and step into the light!
We know many adults whom are teachers to children, I am one myself, but how many children come to mind when you try and recall your own teachers? We often overlook the wisdom that a young 3 year old can have. We overlook and disregard their vivid imagination because their time to ‘play’ is up, and ‘we’re too busy’ and don’t want to see their ‘mess’ anymore. Their creative ideas are covered up by the ring of a bell that determines their play needs to come to an immediate halt. Clean up time occurs, and what we view as placing old wooden building blocks back on the shelf, they view as having to destroy the spaceship they just built. The bell, timer, or words ‘clean up!’ harshly remind the dress up corner that for now, they are not real princesses; merely they are children and their costumes and tea party must come to an end. When we stop play, we’re not just putting toys away; we are destroying their castle, spaceship or magical tower. We’re ringing the bell on their creativity and asking them to “hold it”, resume later. Have you recalled a time when you were in the flow, and creativity was pouring out of you onto the paper, or the canvas, or into the microphone, or in the dance studio, and suddenly you had to stop? We have all experienced this in some form, and we know it can be quite difficult and energy consuming to get back into that ‘groove’, to re-create our masterpiece when we were on such a roll. Imagine if a bell rang on us as adults and asked us to pause (not during the work week, as I imagine many of us wish we had these opportunities), but rather during a time when we were fully enjoying the moment and suddenly our creative work was taken out of our hands and put away abruptly before our eyes.
Next time we see our little ones in their creative flow, let us try to be fully present with them and allow the moment to be theirs. Lets try to allow the creative chaos to be what it is, rather than bring it to an end because guests are arriving soon and we don’t want them to trip on baby doll who is missing pants, or her half eaten toy cupcakes that are now spread along the living room because the dog decided he wanted a treat too. Next time you notice the long train tracks circling around your hallway and making their way into the bathroom, perhaps ask your child what fun adventure the train was on before stating it needs to be put away. Let us engage with the young ones around us, let’s ask them questions, play with them and learn from them. They can test our patience, certainly, however they can also remind us of some wonderful life lessons.
written by erin moriah r wafer