Yes, getting through to the other side of “hard” can be brutal and dark. When in it, I forget there is a gift waiting, a change, a light shining on a new path to follow.
The “hard” part of moving towards change, is like the prototypic journey through the birth canal. Bear with me here. Painful, fear-ridden, with sweeping motivation, with …
Yes, getting through to the other side of “hard” can be brutal and dark. When in it, I forget there is a gift waiting, a change, a light shining on a new path to follow.
The “hard” part of moving towards change, is like the prototypic journey through the birth canal. Bear with me here. Painful, fear-ridden, with sweeping motivation, with full on cellular consciousness, to get through without knowing why or what lay ahead… but with a knowing that the way it used to be, has moved over. Then, Voila! a light, a tremendous light, with a figure there and hands to hold me and if I’m lucky a belly to lay on with loving words flowing towards my tenderness. A new life begins. It’s a miracle.
Change is hard with lots of stops and starts for me.
But the gold at the end of the path always feels like a miracle - a miracle of life. Indeed.
Thanks Hope. Yes, for me the birth experience for the fetus holds many prototypic responses to struggle that can later in life be repeated without conscious knowledge. I know it can seem far out if one hasn't relived their birth but it has definitely been a part of my life and my studies.
I so need to find my path for all of all of this, and the more. Heading out for a few days of off line silence in a cabin. I'm so grateful to be working with you.
Yes, getting through to the other side of “hard” can be brutal and dark. When in it, I forget there is a gift waiting, a change, a light shining on a new path to follow.
The “hard” part of moving towards change, is like the prototypic journey through the birth canal. Bear with me here. Painful, fear-ridden, with sweeping motivation, with full on cellular consciousness, to get through without knowing why or what lay ahead… but with a knowing that the way it used to be, has moved over. Then, Voila! a light, a tremendous light, with a figure there and hands to hold me and if I’m lucky a belly to lay on with loving words flowing towards my tenderness. A new life begins. It’s a miracle.
Change is hard with lots of stops and starts for me.
But the gold at the end of the path always feels like a miracle - a miracle of life. Indeed.
I love how you weave the birth experience with our initial forge of hard. Thank you Jude.
Thanks Hope. Yes, for me the birth experience for the fetus holds many prototypic responses to struggle that can later in life be repeated without conscious knowledge. I know it can seem far out if one hasn't relived their birth but it has definitely been a part of my life and my studies.
I so need to find my path for all of all of this, and the more. Heading out for a few days of off line silence in a cabin. I'm so grateful to be working with you.