Last week while at the park late one afternoon with my son and two other moms and kids, one of my friends asked me about a unique aspect of my upbringing. It was the fourth time in about 3 days the Universe had presented me with this theme. (I’m a believer in the “three times and there’s a message here for you” school of thought.)
Something’s definitely coming down the pike (or rising to the surface) for me.
I remember two other times in my life (when I conceived of and launched my first business and when I was guided to write “The Mother’s Guide to Self-Renewal”) when I felt the same feelings that are moving within me now.
It’s a scary, “bigger than you,” woozy kind of stirring in your depths that signals, buckle your seatbelt, something new is trying to come through you–whether you like it or not!
To me, it’s personally very exhilerating to also realize that there are forces larger than myself and–I believe-even a divine timing to things that is beyond my control.
I have no idea when or how or where this new idea or expression will come through, but I remain open. A commitment to being open, I think, is sometimes all we can and need to do.
I’ll keep you posted as things unfold. I love the following quote from well-known artist/dancer Martha Graham. It really captures what I’m attempting to express:
“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. … No artist is pleased. [There is] no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others”‘