Awareness, awakening to the reality of our own greatness.

Shed the false modesty; no energy wasted on arrogance or appearance. Simply opening our eyes to who we really are. Simple. Not always easy, but it’s right there. No excuses. There will never be the “right” time. Putting others first will not help us to help them.

No need to wait for permission – no one can give it to us. Permission is only our power we give away.

The windows and doors are wide open.

We are taught that to be ourselves and walk our road is not safe. What is safe is to agree to the narrow definition of who we are.

At four or five, the top to the box is opened for us. We resist. It is not the door to freedom. By eight, we have climbed in and may even have pulled the top down ourselves. For that we may have received approval. Now we are no longer safe and we know it. Those who love us told us it is what is safe.

Our first lesson that takes our bodies from us and us from our bodies. Sensation tells us that our authenticity is safe. Our bodies also tells us that the box is not. But they love us… Who better to convince us that what our bodies tell us is wrong…

Conditioning and familiar patterns have us in a hole. The shovel that is a match to those patterns will only dig us in more deeply.

Grab the shovel that does not feel familiar to our hands but with which our hearts soars!

This is our gift to the world; not playing small, not staying in our place, not waiting so someone is “ok” with it.

We know it, we feel it, and we see the repercussions of what we’re doing.

Do we   s e e?

Stop hiding behind others. it isn’t what is ‘best’ for them. It’s what’s familiar for us. The “devil” we know. And the road to hell… It helps to keep from truly moving forward. “I have others to think of before I can take care of myself.” We know this is not truth. There is no honor in losing true self. It only teaches those we love to do the same. We lead them into the same hell. Why do we do that?

That box from childhood is gone, but we act as if it’s still in tact. Our electric fence. The shock collar is gone and there is no electric fence.

Photo by Jean Michele Berts