TENDERNESS AND COURAGE
We are diving into what it means to Dream Out Of The Box In Ongoing Class.
Blog posts to hopefully inspire thought, turned into feeling and…action.
I am thinking about labels these days. Not the ones we wear, (although if the metaphor fits… you know what I mean?) labels as in titles; as in this makes me, Me; and that makes you, You; I am thinking about labels and Names, those we seek; those we carry like a worn wooden yoke across our shoulders and those we hunger to claim as our own.
Names are Symbols. They hold power. It takes courage to take on a Name. To walk in the world standing for what you have decided consciously or unconsciously your Name holds for you.
The rules: whatever comes in your head goes on the page, whether you agree with it, believe it, imagine it to be true or not, put everything that comes up down on the page. No censoring.
Let it be an expression of your desire to know how you are truly defining yourself.
Like a magic spell how you name someone or something, most importantly yourself, creates a box. Boxes are useful. They create structure and form, establish boundaries; define what belongs and what doesn’t and whom for better or worse. They can provide shelter for dreams; but they can also box you in place. In old magic if you wanted to capture the spirit of a person, you drew a box around some representation you had of them, ritualizing your intent, forever keeping them prisoner exactly as they are.
Who you say you are is like a magnet it either attracts or repels. Make sure you have your hand on the right end at the right time.
Names, labels and superstitions are part of the conversation in Ongoing class right now. It’s rich. It delicate. It’s potent. It’s all about learning the art of
Big business, a Name. Serious advertising dollars get spent testing out just the right one to catch your eye, open your ear, claim your heart; win your loyalty. It’s more than flirting; it’s sex.
Look around you. It’s on Bill boards; TV screens, the magazines you do and don’t read; it’s falling off the lips of politicians, Spiritual leaders, soft drink advertisements: Be like me. Look like this. Follow me, buy my brand and…. (don’t get me wrong I adore wearing beautiful clothes, but I will never give up my embroidered and patched together 501 jeans)
IT’s the And I am talking about here…. That’s the important part, the And.
The hoodoo- voodoo, Adam, Eve and the Serpent and, the one that says…. Be, adorn, follow, buy and, (fill in the blank with your deepest fears) nothing bad will ever happen to you again. The one that implies, just stay right where you are, in their box. Everything’s going to be alright, right?
Make no mistake about it; this battle is epic. It’s Mata Hari- esque level seduction. And it don’t give up! What do you do?
Yell. Yell out your own Name. Claim your own until now unnamed, forgotten, and dormant parts of your Self. Yell until the walls come tumbling down (I told you it was epic, even biblical) Yell, cry, speak, move; create a new job ( more on that in part 3) find your own rhythm of breath and don’t stop until you see your own true reflection shining back at you in the mirror.
And…when you have, whisper a thanks to your courageous self who never abandoned you through the deepest, darkest, seemingly endless wandering of your once exiled, now trembling soul.
I will not die an unlived life,
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire,
I choose to inhabit my days,
To allow my living to open me,
To make me less afraid,
To loosen my heart
Until it becomes a wing,
A torch, a promise,
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom
Goes on as fruit.