Desiring isolated beaches requires letting go of fear of rocks and surf.
The world as it stands is not geared to make desires the vocal point of our lives, is it?
Desires are different beasts and differ hugely from everything we have learned about success and goals.
Desires are delicious anticipations of great things to come.
Many of us experienced the feelings of desire when we were children looking forward to Christmas, birthdays and holidays.
As an adult many of us have remained at that ‘childish’ level of desire, looking forward to ‘things’ , but the difference is that once we got what we desired we still were left with feeling unfulfilled.
But once we allow desires to mature from that initial child level they become more like a ‘calling’.
I now prefer the word ‘calling’ over desire as it better describes how adult desire works, it calls us forward.
Saying that I have a ‘calling’ for my return to nature feels more accurate.
‘Calling’ also makes more sense when I look at how my ‘calling’ is taking shape. It is not always fun and I never really associated letting go and having faith and being scared stiff with the word desire from my childhood and for some time that had me confused.
Nature and me, both here on my blog and on Robin's blog, desiring real food.
I have a guest post today on Robin Easton’s blog and it fits beautifully with all the posts on intimacy and LOVE and what it means when I observe that my daughter doesn’t have a life.
It means my daughter is pursuing goal after goal with no real desire where to take her life. She is missing out on a life that is rich with diverse experiences and LOVE and she is fooled into thinking that distractions like holidays and material things are her desires.
I know how hollow life is that follows a predictable pattern, I once lived like that too and I was as Peggy Nolan said in her comment “a rat running around in a cage going nowhere“ until it finally dawned on me;
But damn it, I am NOT a rat, I am a creative being with a purpose who should follow her growing personal desires with actions of Love.
Within purpose I can achieve goals, but goals on their own are like dead end railroad tracks, useless for expansive travel plans.
When I was thirty I had it all but was bored. Ironically I worked in career counseling assisting people to find their desires and how to make them come true. How ironic indeed.
Their ego-thoughts are not preventing them from loving the piano. Not yet anyway.
As always many thanks to everyone who commented on the Monday post; ‘What are your issues with migrating to Heaven on Earth?’
It is a challenging post.
It is one thing to read about ‘Heaven on Earth’ in spiritual texts but it is quite different to actually aspire taking such a huge step in daily life.
And as for migrating there, well Angelia Sims was honest enough to say what was so for her;
I haven’t really stepped out of my southern Oklahoma/Texas culture comfort zone.
And then she went on to say what else was so, with stepping out of her comfort zone;
Hanging out with inhabitants of 'Heaven on Earth', an Oyster Catcher family.
Currently we live in ‘Ego-land’ where ego culture shapes our lives and dictates our behavior. Behavior that attacks, competes, has us being inauthentic and creates a world of lack, defensiveness and fear. Some of us are paying enough attention to notice the destructive culture we live in, a culture that leaves us feeling fearful and oppressed; some of us notice enough to long for a more attractive ‘country’ to live in.
Some of us notice that there is an enticing new ‘country’ appearing. Eckhart Tolle calls it ‘A New Earth‘, I like the name ‘Heaven on Earth‘, a land where ego-type thoughts have no place.
The natives of ‘Heaven on Earth’ have banished their ego and instead they come from love while co-creating dreams based on win/win for all as their life’s purpose.
On the road to an unknown future.
This Monday’s post; ‘We are looking for our new home the WomenLikeMe way’ was a little different from usual. I took the opportunity to report on how John and I are getting on with living our daily life differently.
It seems like a straight forward exercise, reporting; I’ve written lots of reports on people’s lives in my former work as a Careers Consultant.
But I notice that it is not easy at all to report what is going on for me behind the scenes, about the bumps and hurdles I experience along the way, especially as I have not yet safely reached the harbor yet and I have certainly not reached all the wisdom of hindsight yet either. I am still in the middle of the storm so to speak, oscillating between feeling confident and being totally freaked out. I did notice while writing the post that fortunately my confidence is becoming stronger by the day.
However it is still so delightful to have your comments support me in this as you too are honestly addressing your ‘behind the scene’ dilemmas and hurdles.
Joy opened up the inquiry with;
My question of the day to God/the Universe is: where is the love?…
John paying attention to the tide.
Paying attention, being alert and performing at our best only happens when something is at stake, like in a crisis or getting safely home from a sailing trip. You too probably know the feeling, eyes see, ears hear, you are on full alert; you are awake and performing brilliantly, you are alive!
Does that mean that somehow in our daily life we do not pay attention, be alert and fully alive?
Yes, that is exactly what I mean! Marianne Williamson agrees as she keeps reminding us over and over again that we are not paying attention to the fact that we all have the ability to always perform like the brilliant, gorgeous, talented basecamps we all in principle are.
She often exasperates at how we are not taking ourselves seriously enough, how we are not working hard enough to be who we truly are, amazing capable beings who live brilliant wonderful lives and have glorious relationships.
Ouch, the halo seems to escape us . . . again!
I think she has a point and a big one at that.
When I met John I thought he was too serious. He did a lot of interesting things but everything he did, he did with intent. He paid attention to me, to what was going on around him and he always prepared whatever he did. My ego had a lot to say about that. I found him pedantic and anal and I thought I was actually more flexible and relaxed? Was I?
My daughter's first taste of a snowy Holland.
I am proud of myself. I am resembling more and more the woman I desire to be.
A woman who can lead a family, a woman who gracefully yet purposefully handles life and the humans in it.
Let’s face it, that is what most of us want to achieve isn’t it?
Getting out of a muddle concerning our loved ones and how to organize our lives.
Being in-integrity plays a big part in achieving that and I am chuffed that I recently passed an integrity test with flying colors while dealing with a very out-of-integrity family member, my own daughter.
Now I am not picking on my daughter here, all people are out-of-integrity and family members are no exception.
In fact the whole world consistently slides into out-of-integrity most of the time and nobody makes a big deal about it or notices how it complicates life.
My daughters who do love me.
I so want to acknowledge all your sharing in the comments on this week’s post; My fearful pursuit of love and its pathetic results. Your comments are a beautiful example of our connectedness; how we all have fears and how we all are committed to moving beyond them.
I got to see how in talking about my fear of losing the love of my daughter by saying ‘no’ to her, it had many of you share similar fears. Jodi summed it up well;
the tug and pull of saying no vs. feeling you should say yes to validate your love but then deciding to say no and struggling with how to say no–gosh it’s all so frustrating.
While most of us have this fear in some form or other, the flow of comments made it clear to me that our fears are completely unfounded.
Here is the Alpaca jersey /jumper /sweater /pullover
I appreciated all your lovely support from the comments to this week’s post; Love is the real Father Christmas.
The big realization for me was that I find it easy to be love-in-action when I’m not attached to the outcome, when it is something like working with natural fibers which I innocently love and delight in.
I agree with Megan and Nadia:
We can manifest more easily when we are coming from love and being relaxed.
However have you too noticed you stop being love-in-action when you are not relaxed?
Have you noticed too that when you desperately want things to happen, when you deem it to be an important area of your life; for me they are areas such as money, relationships, and business, being relaxed and love go out of the window and so do the miracles?
Learning about enough has its rewards, an afternoon swim in the river.
I certainly touched on a hot topic with my post this week on ‘When is ‘enough’ enough‘.
Especially as we are all bloggers, all wanting to get to grips with this ‘insatiable beast’, the blogosphere.
Evita, Megan, Patty and Suzen all echoed Zeenat’s sentiments when she said;
I open my computer…and i seriously don’t know what to do first…check the blog..check the email..check facebook..twitter…then reading commenting…I know its never ever enough..cause i almost always reach my favorite friends posts last!
The place our heart took us to.
The mind had a lot to say when Tess Marshall of The Bold Life Blog invited me to write a guest post. However the heart jumped up, settled down that mind of mine, gave Tess the biggest virtual hug you can imagine and then both the heart and the mind went to work.
The guest post is now pubslished.
The result is worth a visit, Tess’ Blog is a blast and as for my article, well see for yourself.
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I am back.
Thanks to all the encouragement and preparations to make the heart strong, my daughter and I had an absolutely super time together.
Even the weather played along, we just had sunny days, all four of them!
Yes, I did get the delighted shrieks when she saw the food and no, we did not go to a hotel in the end.
She chose to stay in her flat and I honored that. She was sick of the city and being cooped up inside working those long days, so she requested a lot of walking just to be outside.
Our wonderful time together, resting at the beach.
So walking and staying away from the city we did.
In hindsight it was actually great to stay where she lived because that gave me, as her mother, a peek into this side of her life. As a proud mother I am very pleased to say that she had her small room beautifully organized. She used very clever storage systems and her whole set up worked a treat. It all looked very neat, workable, clean and tidy.
But the communal area outside her room was a totally different experience altogether.