Today I'm Writing to You From the Clouds
I’ve been in Texas for the last seven days. That’s where I was born and raised, so I wanted to reconnect to my roots, and my tribe, for my 30th birthday. It was so grounding, and charging, and I got really clear about a lot of things. I had the most fun time with family, reconnected with old friends, and spent time with best friends. I got to experience a full-circle soul journey. It was like lightening-bolt magic in a bottle.
And there's a lot I want to write about today, but for whatever reason, the only thing I could produce was a poem. At first, this really frustrated me, but instead of getting angry, I'm going to listen to my heart, and take it easy as I gently shift back into reality. There's a little trick I call, tuning into your home frequency, to receive deep soul messages of truth, but we can get more into that later.
Ironically, a question I was asked this past week was about following through on short-term goals, that make us feel silly and insecure. So, it's actually perfect that I'm dealing with a creative block the size of Texas today. Hola, here we go.
Here's my response to a beautiful soul's question in my coaching lesson for this week: FOLLOWING THROUGH ON SHORT-TERM GOALS.
As a part of my new practice, and blending my strengths and experience as a writer, (which I've done professionally for about six years) I promised myself that I would finally start a blog. It's something I had wanted to do for a long time, and when I finished my coaching certification program, I committed to posting an essay every Friday. Today is Friday, and I did NOT want to write today. Every time I started to type it triggered frustration and insecurities. I wanted to blame it on a full week of celebratory activities, but instead I'm going to see it as an excellent opportunity to answer your question about following through on short term goals.
Sometimes it's so easy, and creativity flows like honey. I LOVE THOSE DAYS, and I chant mantras of gratitude on repeat. And other times, like today, I'll have crazy blocks, think everything I'm doing is silly, and that it's all a waste of time. So, instead of giving up, and allowing those allusive little voices -- the ones that want us to give into our own self-suffering -- to take over, I'm going to fight back peacefully by writing a poem. This poem allowed me to process the feelings of ending a decade, and starting something new. It was a wild week in the wild, wild west. And if this is all I've got today, then hip hip hooray.
And you ask me, what if nobody cares? Well, they might not. But may I invite you to shift your intention of writing to begin with? I am writing to process and learn from my own practice throughout the week, so even if I'm the only person that reads this, I had my own small victory today. I get to celebrate having taken a baby step forward despite fear and anxiety. They call actions like this EUSTRESS, or good stress, which is where you respond to a stressor, such as a challenge, with positive feelings because you feel it will bring you personal growth.
Also, send me your work. I'll read it / watch it. As a life coach, holding space to celebrate wins --no matter how small -- makes my heart buzzy. And as I must practice what I preach in any capacity, here is my poem that helped me process my block today. I started writing this by turning off my phone, shutting my computer, and putting a pencil to a paper. Old school, healthy, human stuff.
And since life is art and art is life, here's a reflection on my life over the past week as I experienced a cosmic shift that I felt while dancing under the mysterious lights of Marfa, TX; one week ago today on the fifth of May, was my 30th birthday.
“THE LAST WEEK OF MY 20S”
Landing with toes touching hot sand in an infinite desert
My third eye blinks, senses, pleasure, golden dirt
Green tea, ceremonies, stretch it out, practice
Full moon letting go, hands out like a cactus
Adios to the last of my old addictions
Mona Lisa smiles because of the ease between frictions
Rivers running wildly
Howling at the moon mildly
See the crescent in her eyes?
The star’s energy rebalanced the compass
Amnesia in pajamas, it blurs her compassion
Breakthroughs coming through her reignited passion
Smile for the photograph
Buzzing bumble bee, the rose can’t help but laugh
Giggling into expansiveness with very little expenditures
Serendipity of the cinema’s strong female characters
Hold on, let go, spring lamb, it’s the first of May
A new decade for me, only five minutes away
Chemistry drives rocket ships
The hula girl shakes her hips
Starring longingly at a nobleman’s lips
The silver and gold are not in his pockets
The money tree left it’s secrets in your locket
The one you wear around your neck
Close to you heart
He loves you because you’re smart
Hot showers, hot tea, hot piece of toast
A radically golden era just hours away, and I mean it is the most—
Tarot cards, tater tots, and champagne before a flight
Flying, moving, dancing, look at the light
The light within, tuning the violin
To detoxify your body all you have to do is jump in
She has a lot of pretty boys that she calls friends
It only takes six glasses of pink wine to make amends
With all the angels, demons, both telling you to change the lens
He lends advice
Everything sorted out over a layover in Las Vegas
Very good, just point your toe next time, like you’re posing for Degas
Got you, caught you, summer breeze rolling through
The power was, and always will be, within you
Tequila is from Jalisca, Mezcal is from Oaxca; I love this Mexican holiday.
Oh yeah, and it also happens to be 30 years around the sun since my first birthday.
Love yourself, then each other. Let's live our best lives. I look forward to hearing from you.