My experience at the Wake Up Festival was life-changing and I’m thick in disorientation/reorientation mode as I spend time back home. It is absolutely possible to feel new and old at the same time, to feel less clear on identity and more generally clear, to know that this – THIS – is what I want, and have little clue as to what THIS actually is, or how to stay in touch with it.
Here’s a short video (5 minutes) wherein I speak to the knowing and the clarity I DO have right now.
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Oh, hello! I feel like giving you a hug, it’s so good to be back.
I feel such love for this work and, in this moment, such a swell of awareness of how sacred this work is that we’re all doing – being human, learning, growing, stumbling, pacing, laughing, crying along. It’s easy to get caught up in the inertia of it all and lose sight of the miracle that we are: creatures doing basic things unthinkingly, like breathing, but also creatures capable of growing ever more conscious so that the things that used to weigh and bog us down lighten, or shift, or lift completely away.
Can you feel this movement happening in you? In the lives of those around you?
I feel it. I feel like I’m in soul school. This month had especially much going on in that regard – so many chances to feel rest and peace and joy (here’s a flickr set of some of that), and, consequently, chances to notice fear rising, too. My mind raced a lot, getting frustrated at all I wasn’t accomplishing (very little got done from my to-do list); wishing for more time alone; planning for work here this fall. And I felt goaded, persistently, to be with it all – with everything I was experiencing – with awareness.
Because really, awareness is the biggest avenue toward trust. Honestly, “Trust tending” and “waking up” are interchangeable.
They aren’t easy a lot of the time (to put it…mildly), and aren’t a bullet train to paradise, but oh my heavens, they’re GOOD, and I’d choose them – I DO choose them – again and again a thousand times each day.
Tomorrow morning I head to Colorado to join hundreds of others at the Wake Up Festival, a gathering of folks from across spiritual traditions who want to celebrate and experience and think and talk about awakening with some of the greatest spiritual and personal growth teachers of our time.
I can’t wait to share what I learn in this space. Trust Note subscribers, if I have internet access, I look forward to sending a heart-felt missive while I’m there.
But in the meantime, I’m holding you in my mind’s eye in a safe and loving space where the things (people, fears, circumstances) that make you most want to numb out and check out transform into your most enlivening, hopeful thresholds.
With so much love,
P.S. The original of the image above is available for purchase. 9 x 13 bristol with the image itself 4 x 5 (excess canvas can be trimmed to fit 8 x 10 frame). $45 USD. Contact me directly if you’re interested (if I had more than moments at my screen right now, I’d put it in my Etsy shop! Must go finish packing! :).