Giving Ourselves Permission

As I am on this rocky path of transition (selling a home, moving to a new city, partner with a new job… you know, teeny things like that), I’ve been thinking a lot about the 3 days leading up to and including Mom’s death (Sept 17, 2010).

Oddly, it’s not so much the grief I’ve been thinking about.  It’s been more about the incredible experience of that transition time… a time when by all expectations I should have been mired in death, yet was more ALIVE than I have ever been in my life.  Ever.

What was that about??  What made that possible??  And… especially important … how can I create (allow?) that alive, awake, fully present experience at other times in my life??

After a “spend some time exploring that” nudge from my biz/life coach (xo Nancy!),  I wrote the following in my journal last week:

What made my focus, clarity, openness different around Mom’s death?  Permission to fall apart.  When I give myself permission to fall apart, and when others do the same… I just step through it.  Wide awake, totally open.  Allowing life and reaching for every bit.  Knowing this is a once in a lifetime experience.  Living purely for spirit.

Any transition is tough — whether it’s the Ultimate Transition out of this physical life, or the more common (thank God!) daily transitions from one mode of energy to the next — because really, each transition is a little death.  A good-bye to one thing to make way for the next thing.  So when we acknowledge that, and give ourselves permission to fall apart (or just cry a lot..or a little), we open the door to healing even as we feel the pain. 

And if it’s too scary, too uncomfortable to give yourself permission to fall apart, give yourself the chance to practice by giving someone else the permission to fall apart in your presence.  Be the person who honors their falling apart and sees it as a beautiful sign that they’re living, really living.. and learning… and loving.  

Like the sign we put on our fridge for our recent 7-person “Aunties/Niecelings” weekend:

Crying is OK here!

And so we cried (between the belly laughs).  And it was very very ok.

Give yourself permission today to fall apart, to laugh, to freak out, to rejoice …  to do and be whatever you need to do and be.  Give yourself permission to LIVE.

Mo(u)rning

I’ve been working with my dear dear life mentor/coach, Nancy (from the Big Fish Nation program) on understanding my reactions to transitions in my life. All sorts of transitions: moving from one season to the next, from one type of work to the next, from one way of Being to the next.

I tend to stumble over transitions as though they were emotional potholes, and I’m starting to create a smoother road for myself simply by noticing those potholes. Awareness is a powerful thing!

sjk1One of my biggest transition potholes is…ugh… MORNING. For as long as I can remember, I have been emotionally tossed around by morning transitions from the sacred comfort of Sleep to the wearying expectations of Awake.

While I know part of this is a residual effect of my ongoing struggle with depression (more on that some other time), I’m tired of morning emotional surfing. I’m ready to make friends with those Morning Transitions, as I suspect there’s some real Beauty in the confluence of emotion in the raw early morning times.

Of course then I turn to writing for my own understanding… and perhaps even yours as you hear my words in your own voice.

So…I wish you all a Good Morning in the deepest sense of the phrase, and offer you this:

Mo(u)rningmorning1

Don’t push me
to feel or act or think
I’ll get there
in my own time

Soon.

Let me first
marinate
in my very own quiet
Gently caressing my thoughts
into waking
Holding
each precious beat of my heart
delicately
carefully
tentatively
until I know that today
Today
the balance will tip to the blessed side of
Full…
Enough…
Extra…

so when our paths cross
and your heart is thirsty
I simply pour us each a sparking glass of
Full…morning5
Enough…
Extra…
and together
Together we drink the healing nectar of
Love.

So don’t push me
to feel or act or think
I’ll get there
in my own time

Soon.

Now.

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Today’s scent: Lavender Nature's Prayer

Today’s Song:  When It Don’t Come Easy (Patty Griffin)

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