My friend Elizabeth Pfeiffer made an observation today that had me giving a knowing nod.
“This is what your subconscious looks like when it’s running your “I’m not good enough” programs… What do you think? Can you take back your power and put this little guy to sleep?”
A cyber conversation ensued:
Edie Weinstein If only it looked this friendly and goofy(: Mine looks a bit more menacing and obnoxious. Maybe that IS really what is underneath the mask after all. ?
“Take the first step in faith. You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step. “-Martin Luther King, Jr.
Over the weekend, I spent time in the presence of people who collectively have been in my life for eons; some are a group of women with whom I have shared Goddess Gatherings, others part of an interfaith spiritual community, called Circle of Miracles, and still others at a house concert I hosted for my friend Heidi Cooper and her daughter, Deanna. One thing we have in common is that we are all ardent cheerleaders who encourage each other to live the lives of our dreams and desires. Is there a much higher calling than that?
I hear people talking about having naysayers who tell them that they can’t accomplish what they set out to do, that their dreams are just too big and impossible to achieve. It boggles my mind, since my parents told me that I could do anything I set my mind and heart to, as long as I was willing to put the work into it. I have been watching commercials for the upcoming London Olympics while at the gym (other athletes inspire me to put all I’ve got into my workout:), the trials for swimming events. Vicariously standing with them on the starting blocks, heart racing in anticipation, I could smell the chlorine and feel the heat wafting up from the surface of the still water that momentarily would be churning from the combined efforts of the swimmers about to plunge in and make their mark. I was right there with them, most especially during the freestyle and butterfly events, because once upon a time (ages 11-18), I was in the pool for hours a day, with Olympic aspirations. Boxes of ribbons filled my closet and some adorned my walls in the bedroom of my childhood home. My dreams were big enough, alright, my parents’ and coaches’ support solid, but my discipline and commitment weren’t sufficient to have me move aside other interests and so, watching the Games is as close as I got. I wasn’t willing at the time to move forward into that life. Not that the life I had was one I wanted to leave anyway, but you get the picture.
Fast forward several decades and I have just taken a pool depth plunge into a new life, a few weeks ago, leaving a full time job I went to for 11 years. Yesterday I drove past the grounds of the psychiatric hospital in which I served folks with mental health diagnoses, as well as their families and blew kisses in greeting and gratitude for what I learned there and the co-workers who are still so much in my heart, in order to live the life of my dreams and desires as a writer and motivational speaker. A bit of uh-oh-what-next-scary feelings arise from time to time, but I am seeing the fruits of that decision blossom, as every day since then, I have been invited to speak, teach, write, interview, be interviewed, and co-create events that are meant to help others move from where they are to where they want to be. Some of these requests for my presence have come from seed planting I have done over the past years, and others, I sense from the energy of surrender of what no longer served me. When we let go of what doesn’t work, we make room for what does, always.
Where is your growing edge? What are you willing to surrender in order to embrace the life of your deepest dreams and most treasured desires? Transform ‘impossible dreams into I’m possible’ realities.
http://youtu.be/qzScfQzclEE George Bailey by Jana Stanfield
I inherited a gift from my father Moish, either by genetics or observation. Born and raised in South Philly; a multi-cultural neighborhood, he seemed to know someone everywhere we went throughout my childhood. I marveled at his ability to connect with people from all walks of life, having been raised in a working class Russian Jewish immigrant family, who spoke Yiddish in the home, but he and his two brothers and one sister were expected only to speak English outside the home. His major talent was being able to make friends, because he saw them as having heart in common. He could adapt to his environment and discuss religion, politics, world events and relationships with relative ease. I heard him speak in a polished manner at times and then in jargon, depending on the company in which he found himself. He would tell me “They put their pants on one leg at a time, just like I do.”, even if his were his often present cover-alls or navy blue SEPTA uniform pants and theirs were Armani.
Throughout his life my son would look at me puzzled when he would see me smile or greet ‘strangers’. I would remind him that everyone we now know and love were once in that category. How sad it would be to have missed the opportunity to connect with certain people who now grace my life and how rich I am to now know and love them. I have heard that people come into our lives for ‘a reason, season or lifetime.’ I have had fleeting encounters with folks whose smile or comment have made my day. I have lifelong relationships that I treasure. I anticipate connecting with anam cara (Gaelic for soul friend) as each day I set an intention for having extraordinary experiences and meeting amazing people. And each day I do. Last week while in Canada at The Grail Lady Faire, I met a triple digit number of folks and this week, through the marvels of modern technology, connected with new friends with whom I will be working and playing. Tonight I am hosting a house concert for my friend Heidi Cooper and her daughter Deanna. Heidi has been in my life at least 20 years and Deanna since her birth. Walking through my door will be people I have loved for decades and some I have not yet met, but look forward to embracing as new links in those overlapping soul circles that so delight me. I am grateful for my far flung tribe, wherever it is that they are living and breathing at the moment.
So, who are the hearts in your soul circles?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zuzi-yH9VLo Friends by Elton John