Where I am Born

September 15th. Half of this month is gone. In as many days as it took to really get ready for this place, I have blinked and woken up to paradise many times over.

It feels like I have stepped a little bit farther from survival mode and dipped my toes into Living. It takes a lot of energy to turn survival off. To turn off all of the scurrying and prepping and DOING.

Maybe it just takes a different kind of energy than I'm used to.

I've spent the better part of 25 years doing a lot of DOING. Doing the jobs, doing the relationships, doing the groceries shopping, the driving, the housework, the homework, and even doing what was supposed to be fun.

I was never taught that life was about BEING.

I was surrounded by doers. They were also taught very little about who they Be and what it meant. The idea of Being was only ever mentioned in passing, connected haphazardly to words like busy, tired, and bored, and never connected to the Having or living of a joyful life.

It's a very different energy to play with.

It's a very different energy to grasp.

The requirement of your soul to lean into itself and let go of all that is known is exotic and scary.

And then you find out that fear lives on the same frequency of excitement.

And then you lean, deeply, willingly, soulfully into you.

And realize that Being is where your wings are born.