I was just working with a client who’s sadness, along with her constant state of doing, forcing, controlling, and every which way trying to avoid sadness, has created much suffering in her life. And when it came to the moment in our conversation, where we both knew that if we continued forward, it would shatter the old concepts in such a way that she could no longer run the “old show,” she retreated, citing physically ill feelings as “her excuse.”
Oh, the places we stop ourselves! The places we take the road ALWAYS traveled even though we know it isn’t going to get us there. Oh, the opportunity lost. What miracle could have been birthed…
Birth is violent! Birth is bloody. Birth is painful! Does that mean it should be avoided? Where would we all be if no one was willing to go through it?
What if all caterpillars said, “Yea, butterflies are great and all, but there’s that whole chrysalis thing – turning into slime mid stream…yea, uh, I don’t get that so…sorry…not going there!”
Where are you not allowing yourself to live fully? Where do you stop yourself because of some fear, or physical and familiar “gut feeling?”
What if you did – went for it – did it anyway? How would your life be different? Would you fly?





