I have to be really honest with you.
But in doing so, I ask that you are honest with me and those around you. Because each of us geek out in ways that others may not understand directly, but can certainly relate to on an emotional level. And shouldn't the world know more about us? Isn't that what keeps the bees buzzing and the trees humming? It's our potential that drives us forward. It's what we're capable of that gets us up every morning, even if we cry our eyes out when we've lived another day of unmet goals.
So here's me getting closer to being honest with you.
One of the hardest questions I've carried around with me is "What do I want?" Sometimes I deflect that question so quickly it's like light off of a metal roof. Sometimes I let it in to swim around in my shoulders, maybe to catch wind of my heart, but then I get embarrassed and push it back away again. Speaking our truth takes a vulnerability, a willingness to look at how ready we truly are to step into our fullness.
Do you have an idea of what you really want?
Like deep, deep, deep in your bones?
The calling that has been hollering your name from behind multiple layers of walls?
Maybe you've even been doing some form of your passion, but within contained limits of "reason".
Could guilt, avoidance, anger, shame, fear, grief, ego, or otherwise be telling you to "get real"?
(you know when I write this, I'm actually talking to myself)
What I want
What I really want is to change the way the
world thinks about the human body. You see, I love humans. I love our delicate yet enduring infrastructure, held together not by force, but by design. When bones are rubbing against each other, when spine carry far too much weight than it asked for, when livers are processing the cruel overload of toxins, when hands are aching with arthritis, when hips bear down in a sciatic clamp,
what I see is
fatigue
shame
fear of expressing feelings
self-judgement
instability and fear of falling apart
The body is not just a set of bones and muscles to help us walk.
The body is the physical soul. A laughing, crying, wishing soul set into stardust and blood. I wish the world could see what I see...I think we would take better care of ourselves...and each other.
This is what I want.
So, when you see workshops, and classes, and circles and talks, and balloons to bounce around, my desire is to spark your soul into letting go of whatever is keeping you from spreading your wings and announcing
YOUR truth. Maybe someday that idea will grow.
The booth you see above--that's where I'll be sitting. Waiting for your body to speak.
What do you want?
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