It is time for change. Everything is my life has started to vibrate with this realization.
The foundations of my carefully constructed life are shaking and I can't continue to ignore the once soft whispers (now growing daily in their intensity) that can be from no other place than my soul. And you should hear the stuff it's telling me!
The soul doesn't care that I want flatter abs for a snug-fitting wedding dress; it is bored with the gym routine of crunches and stability ball sit ups. The soul doesn't care that our economy is collapsing and that I have a mortgage to pay. It is suffocating in my current profession and wants out. The soul doesn't care that my friends and family expect me to stay the "nice" person, the one willing to be a doormat in order to maintain harmony; my soul wants me to grow strong and assertive and tells me that an occasional "Screw you" wouldn't hurt either. It seems like my soul doesn't care about social conventions at all. It seems concerned only with my happiness, not with what the neighbors will think.
In fact, this complete disregard for my fears is what frightens me the most.
I've had "The Journey" for several years now. When I gave away all of my possessions and moved to the west coast, the line, "One day you finally knew what you had to do" struck a clean and familiar note inside of me. " 'Mend my life!' each voice cried," felt comforting when I decided to leave a serious romantic relationship and several friendships. But these days, the end of the poem is what I'm holding close to my heart. So although I've included a link to the entire poem at the top of this post, this part is what I'd like to leave with you today.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds
and there was a new voice
which you slowly recognized as you own
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do
determined to save
the only life you could save.
The journey into a new life has begun. I will be journaling about it here, but I would also like to hear from you, about your journey. So at the end of each post, I will leave a question. I would love to hear your answers.
Read the poem "The Journey" by Mary Oliver. What line in this poem strikes a chord with you? Why do you think this particular line stands out to you at this point in your life?
