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I had a discussion with a friend about the creative process and the idea that Life comes in all forms, even if at first it looks ugly or unsettling. \u00a0Sometimes what we turn away from holds a profound gift that we never get to if we are unwilling to look deeply, look past appearances and see what might be there for us. \u00a0The process of choosing Life is a parallel to the creative process as our engagement with Spirit can quickly move from what we thought we knew into a more complicated, wilder, more dangerous feeling arena. \u00a0Holding with grief, pain and sorrow is uncomfortable. \u00a0We would rather get their gifts of wisdom without actually having to touch them, feel them or hear their stories. \u00a0But they don\u2019t give their wisdom so freely. \u00a0You have to be present to win. \u00a0And not just in the room either. \u00a0They demand our complete attention at least for a time.<\/p>\n

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This is also true of those beautiful versions of Life that we say yes to. \u00a0At first it may feel easy to say yes. \u00a0There is at least some enticement or attraction. \u00a0But even this may feel just as terrifying as facing sorrow. \u00a0The beauty too comes in inexplicable and unexpected forms. \u00a0It can be profoundly disruptive. \u00a0One session with my healer, we worked on the pericardium energy channel. \u00a0We talked about what my pericardium might look like (This is the essential sac around the heart that keeps out infection). \u00a0I imagined mine as more of a masonry wall then a flexible membrane and part of my work was to dismantle that wall and free up the beautiful and soft covering that kept my heart safe, but would allow me to feel everything pressed up against it.<\/p>\n

This was something I could say yes to! \u00a0What a beautiful and lovely vision.<\/p>\n

And then there was the gritty work breaking up the wall; piece by piece with a heavy maul, and my bare hands, and my broken fingernails.<\/p>\n

And then there was the terrifying prospect of feeling decades of pain I had shut out.<\/p>\n

And then the even more terrifying prospect of feeling a new sense of ecstasy and belovedness.<\/p>\n

This is what I was totally unprepared for. \u00a0This shocking and familiar sense of belonging that I have experienced in brief transforming bursts before is beyond my ability to explain. \u00a0But now\u2026. now it was infused with a deeper, more profound love than I had ever felt or imagined. \u00a0It came wrapped in a form I was totally confused by. \u00a0I had no idea even how to say yes and to tell you the truth, the power of that ecstasy probably said the yes for me. \u00a0It was a baffling, stumbling and clumsy yes. \u00a0But worth staying engaged with, worth sitting in the middle of disbelief and anguish with, worth the risk of my life falling apart. \u00a0It felt like the only Truth and the way Home. \u00a0It takes that much to move completely into the process\u2026to give yourself over in surrender to what makes no logical sense, what feels impossible, to what Spirit is moving through you. \u00a0It takes everything. \u00a0What is calling you to surrender? \u00a0Are you brave enough to engage it and say yes?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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