I have a little story to tell.
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“.
Persistence and acceptance balanced together.
A lovely Monday to you all,