The way I see it is this: I have a responsibility. Inspired visions from an imagination on fire beg for manifestation in the material world. Dreams aren't made for sleeping on. They visit with purpose. They are alive. And they select their lovers with precision.
I long for enchantment and sparkling miracles. I fantasize about the fantastical and outrageous. And yet, when they begin to fantasize about me, when these eternal forces whisper their secrets in my ears, why do I shrink myself too small to receive?
There are lots of stories I've told myself: "I'm confused", "I don't know the next step", "what will people think?". The question is, what is the payoff? What is being nourished by these tales? The truth is, stories about my imperfection and inadequacy are energy leaks. They zap my bliss. They drain luminosity.
Who am I to claim I am inadequate? Who am I to hide behind the excuse of not being ready? Who am I to hold back with the excuse that no one will come? It's arrogant, really. It's rude, immature and entirely disrespectful. It's a soul level insult.
Today I have decided that enough is enough. It's time. I've got a lot of good ideas. More are lining up outside the door. It's time I roll out the welcome mat, invite them in and feed them.
This is really the purpose of my trip here to Kauai. I am here to love my calling and let it lead me down an unknown path. I am here to open my heart and amplify it's glow. I now promise to love my dreams and callings as precious, purpose and on time!
I think you just summed up everything that I've ever wanted to tell myself. Thank you.
Posted by: Annie | February 26, 2010 at 04:14 PM
So beautiful and so true:-)
Posted by: Shelly | April 13, 2010 at 10:17 PM