Find a quiet moment and sit down in a chair where your feet can rest on the floor comfortably. Gently close your eyes and take some soft breaths down into your lower lungs so you can feel your stomach lifting and lowering slightly.
Bring your attention to the space inside your body between your lower ribs and navel. This is known as your solar plexus. For many of us it is the place we feel the sensations we associate with the term, “gut feeling”.
Create the intention to be open to receiving information from your inner self.
Now, holding your attention in the solar plexus, (you may visualise or experience that there is a circle or wheel of coloured light here), think of a decision you would like to make. Then one at a time, bring to your mind the various options that are available to you. Observe any bodily sensations, emotions, images, words or sounds that arise in response to your thoughts about these options.
Continue to hold the intention that you are observing rather than judging any information that comes forth. What comes to the surface to be examined might surprise you.
A definite pathway forward may not emerge from this first meditation but realise that life is always showing us the way. By consciously accessing our inner guidance in this way we are also tuning into the outer world more usefully.
Connection with the breath and the body is the key.
Hey, I learned something about myself this week. I’m getting much better at letting go and moving forward swiftly and with a light heart.
I’ve decided to stop running my weekly dance class and as this decision came as a gentle whisper from my heart, it has all occurred so gracefully and easily. Also, since I am tuned into my inner wisdom, I have been able to step back and see the big picture with regard to what this dance class was really all about for me.
It was certainly something I’ve thought about doing for ages, I definitely love dancing and would love to dance on a regular basis with other women. What I discovered through running the class though, was I didn’t love being in the ‘teacher’ role in this context. My enthusiasm for dancing each week was somewhat dampened by the idea that I needed to create a structured class and practice my choreographed routines. I wanted it to be looser, freer, more spontaneous, but I was unsure that women would come along if I was to say: “OK everyone, just dance!”
When the fun drains out of a job we have committed ourselves to, we either need to find a way to bring the fun back or move gracefully and considerately out of that role.
Thankfully for me, not many women had been coming to the class so I didn’t have to get all worried about letting others down, as I’ve done in the past. So, what looked from the outside as a disappointment : “Nobody is coming to my class”, became a blessing, “Thank goodness nobody came to the class this week” I can pull down my flyers, put up a notice saying the dance class is not running and step gracefully into the next chapter of my life.
What I feel is really important to highlight here is not only my efficient wrapping up of Red Lily Dance. It’s also the feeling of gratitude I have that I actually created the class, promoted it and turned up each week for two months. I did it! And through doing it I learned so much about myself and got to experience the spectrum of emotions related to feeling; nervous, fearful, bold, confident, accomplished and authentically me as I prepared for and ran each class.
I also met a really lovely woman who came along to a couple of classes. She has already become a friend and someone with whom I feel I will have a long-lasting connection. It turns out she is an old friend of one of my gorgeous Fremantle friends (it’s a small world isn’t it?)
This may sound weird but it was as soon as I met my new friend that I felt my journey with the dance class was coming to a close.
Sometimes it seems we need to go down these little, interesting detours in life so we get to experience something important or meet someone vital to the next part of our life journey.
There is no such thing as a failure, it’s all grist for the mill of our hearts and minds. Perhaps by going easy on myself about the ending of this endeavour (for the time being), I will encourage you to step out of your comfort zone into something you would love to try but have been feeling too scared to?
Ah well, until I gather together a bunch of dance-crazy women with whom I can dance, spontaneously and wildly, it’s back to dancing in the living room.
Is it just me? Does anyone else crave nothing but chips and soft drink when they have been sick and lacking an appetite for a few days?
We’ve all had The Worst Flu in the history of flues in our little family.
I’m still struggling to push the keys on the keyboard. Our daughter is asleep at midday and hubby is coughing his way through his first few hours of work in a week. Our big boy brought the bug home two weeks ago. He recovered completely within 7 days and skipped off to school. I am into my 8th day now and still no appetite and no energy.
Ah well, that light at the end of the tunnel can’t be too far away now…
One thing about this sort of illness is there is no denying its existence. We’ve all just had to stop in our tracks and sleep. A whole week of appointments, activities and social plans cancelled. Stop the world, we need to get off!
I’ve done my best to be in total acceptance of this flu. I’ve seen it as a great opportunity to practice surrender. For the first time in my life I’ve experienced a level of letting go that actually feels like a complete release from fear.
At the beginning of the week it felt like it would be the end of the world if I wasn’t able to run my dance class this week. By Tuesday night I knew I wouldn’t physically be able to do it. On Wednesday morning I mentally drafted the sign I would write and stick on the hall door and then I just let it go. Yesterday morning I summoned all my energy and drove my son to school. On the way home I stopped at the hall and stuck up my “class cancelled today” sign and then went home to bed. The world didn’t end. The sun came up again this morning.
It really is all good. I feel I can now say a permanent goodbye to my fear of not meeting other people’s expectations.
Thank you nasty flu!
My head is drooping dangerously low to the desk, I’d better sign off.
Love to all and may your lessons come wrapped in a pink silk ribbon, not a fever, headache and a cough!
It’s been raining here in Dunsborough today. Our first proper rainy day since moving to the south west. The Easter weekend is almost upon us and that also means the end of term one for the kids.
This afternoon April’s class held a little talent show with the kids coming up with their own acts. Our natural performer daughter featured in four items including a solo dance and a solo song. She loves the experience of putting on a show and although was a little nervous about singing solo in front of a crowd for the first time, she stood up, took a deep breath and plunged in.
I wish for her that she retains this self-confidence and joy in doing what she loves as she grows older.
Do you remember having that sort of confidence in doing what you loved as a child?
I used to love singing and dancing on my own or with a girlfriend in our lounge room when I was April’s age but I would have sooner died than performed “Dancing Queen” in front of an actual audience!
I continued to enjoy dancing and music all through my school years but as a young teenager became painfully aware that if I let my light shine too brightly, I would attract the attention of the nasty girls at school and that I would be bullied. So, I still performed with my friends when we had the opportunity but I learned to tone things down, to play it safe, not stand out too much.
This must be a really big life lesson for me because I feel I am still learning it through April. I love her exuberance and spirit and I’m proud of how confident she is and yet at times I also internally cringe just a little when she stands up the straightest and sings the loudest. My heightened sensitivity to what other people might be thinking kicks in super-strong and I worry that the other girls won’t like her if she is always the “star” of the show.
What I realised watching her today is that all the kids just accept her as she is. Her Dad and I keep her grounded by not making too big a deal of it and subtly mentioning that everyone is good at different things.
Her teacher was generous in letting her perform in so many different acts. Her words when I thanked her were: “Well, it was up to the kids, it was her chance to shine”.
It seems to me that for many of us adults, life has dulled our shine and has even caused us to forget what our gifts and talents are.
I feel that finding our way back to our child-like, joyous selves through remembering what we love to do and doing it brings all the meaning and pleasure back into our lives. Sonia Choquette teaches this in her work.
I love to dance, sing, draw, bake and write so that’s what I make sure I do, often and with joy in my heart.
What have you left behind in childhood that you used to love?
Once upon a time there was a young woman who didn’t know who she really was.
She loved learning and spent a lot of time earning qualifications. Then she had two children and her whole life changed.
She immersed herself in motherhood and learned a lot about patience, frustration, control, anger and most of all, love.
Little by little, year by year she slowly realised there was a quiet little voice inside her wanting to be heard. The little voice whispered;
“You are good”
“You are creative”
“You are loved and supported more than you will ever know”
“Only you know what is good for you and how you might be happy”
“You are the power in your own life. Dream, imagine, follow your heart and take the first step”
The woman took some steps which felt random and ill-conceived at first. She took some short courses that sounded like fun. She booked herself a place in the first weekend of a year-long course in kinesiology and thought she would see how it felt.
She dreamed of being an artist, a writer and living with her family in the country.
Along the way she made meditation a daily practice and found a yoga class she loved. She made new friends and learned to live much more from her heart than her head.
The woman learned to look after herself as a priority and other women came to see her to help them with healing and balance in their lives. She felt the urge to begin writing down her story and two years later she hesitantly at first, called it a book.
She told her family she wanted to move to the country and they struck out to explore Margaret River as a potential home. When this didn’t pan out she sighed and cried and then let it go and planned a house move locally.
Another two and a half years later she is sitting at a desk in her home in Dunsborough writing this blog. Her children are thriving in their new home, her husband is humming as he moves through the house. His sense of humour has returned. Young women with babies and toddlers are coming to see her for healing and guidance. She has woken up in this new life and feels so blessed.
Looking back she can now see how the last ten years were slowly but inexorably carrying her to this moment.
It’s the same for us all. Patience and surrender play big roles but if there is a powerful dream in your heart, keep it alive, feed it and know that when we make ourselves happy in each moment, we are less attached to the “big stuff” we want.
For me, this detachment from my ultimate dream helped me to be curious, not overly concerned about events last year that at first made me feel like we were being dragged further away, not closer to the outcome I sought.
I think I read this in one of Neale Donald Walsch’s books: “You take care of the what, God takes care of the how“.