The time of transformation is here. Time to transcend the dust and dirt of our old life and remake, reconstruct, reconsider and reorder the birth of the creative muse, she dances and moves and sways with the rhythm of our past foremothers.
Who are we? Who are we really, a set of roles, someone else’s idea of who we should be. We are someone else’s replica. But the quest is how do we claim ourselves if the only tools we have for reconstruction are not our own. The challenge is to reposition ourselves, but how? These are the questions but the answer is far more elusive.
There are several steps in our unfolding, like claiming our own space and making room for ourselves in relationships, beginning to notice how we actually feel when something doesn’t feel quite right. This can be really scary because that might mean acting out of character. Not behaving so nicely. The more honest we are about who we are, the more we can separate the wheat from the chaff in our lives. Who cares if someone loves us because we are always on our best behavior? How can any of us ever sustain that posture of a long period of time? I have met many, many women in my life time each one either suffering from being mommy’s or daddy’s good girl or bad girl or not enough girl, or smart girl or hidden girl, or sexually, physically and emotionally abused girl.
We are a set of complexes and we spend our lives being victimized by ourselves living through them. Is there some short cut to freedom? All I can say is in my life’s experience the answer is no. I used to teach when I was in my thirties that there was a key to the door to ourselves that we could unlock and see our problems/issues/challenges and resolve them. I even shared different formulas for discovering. But as I lived and aged I realized that when we unlock one door, another door emerges and becomes visible and we have to do the work of finding that key. We are on a journey. It is wonderful if along the way we have someone holding a lantern or a helps to create a map to shine the way and mark the direction.
Ultimately we are transcendentally alone on this voyage, no one can feel our joy, our, pain our sorrow. Each of us can only feel our own and in that owning of ourselves as unique individuals we are the same, we can empathize with our own human condition.
We are spiritual beings in human bodies learning lessons on how to elevate our souls. Sometimes we get caught up in the dream of being bodies with souls instead of souls with bodies. When that happens we lose our hold on what is real and become victims instead of the cause in our life. The world is our creation, our mirror. The more we know and accept that fact we free ourselves from the role of victim and realize we are volunteers. We are all suffering; existentially, on a daily basis we are faced with the dirge of existence. But take heart, the other side of this dark truth is passion and creativity, purpose and inspiration, love and joy all just a heart beat away.