Wild Magazine Article
January’s issue of Wild Magazine
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Category: Thought Leader
Writing is Therapeutic, Indeed!
Writing your memoir, the story that has shaped you is most certainly the path to healing.
Sometimes, we look at writing a letter, a blog post, an article, or even a book as a chore…
I challenge you to look at the project before you and ask, “How am I looking at my writing tasks? Am I avoiding the writing that could best serve me?”
Whatever the writing project is before you, could this project literally (puns always intentional) help you?
Could your project, the writing of your story, heal you?
Writing is releasing. Writing is an exercise in unleashing past traumas and letting go of negative experiences and emotions that often manifest in negative aspects of our lives either in disease, injury, or illness.
Writing your memoir, the story that has shaped you is most certainly the path to healing.
This therapeutic benefit of writing your story doesn’t stop there because once we have found this release through the writing of our story, we open ourselves up for new positive energy in our lives. We also provide magnificent benefits to others.
The possibilities blossom when we recognize that our own story can help someone else transform their own life!
Life is often challenging and hard. You have come through your own hells to, now, be gifted the chance to help another human being through your story.
Today, look back at your own journey and ask yourself, “How could my writing of my story transform my own life, my family’s lives, and the world?
Step into your greatness, rise above your fears and imagine what potential your story has to serve.
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Or, Is It What we Accept?
He was telling me, “It is what we accept.” And he had accepted his demise. I have a choice… as do you.
“It is what it is,” I told my dad weeks before his death. A phrase that had grown habitual coming from my lips… I found comfort in saying this as the bills piled up and the few hay bales accumulated in the hay yard.
My dad loathed me saying this and rebutted in persistence, “Like hell it is! I’m sick, can’t breathe, and have nothing to look forward to. The world is a wreck and I’m dying.”
I read these scribbles from back then, and the phrase that I had taken on, “it is what it is,” and chuckle inwardly. Now I realize what my dad was saying.
He was telling me, “It is what we accept.” And he had accepted his demise. I have a choice in accepting my bank account and my meager stockpile of winter feed for my critters. Or I can refuse to accept this and take action. Either way, the choice is mine. As was his, and is your own.
Getting Back to Purpose
The one simple step in empowering purpose is the act of submission and letting go control of the outcome of a situation.
I have a recurring vision of goodness and light that visits my heart lately.
A vision of clarity and purpose that surrounds, though not quite clear how is more a vision of submission and allowing. A vision of gratitude of purpose.
A vision of knowing and accepting all that is and all that is to be.
I was led to read an email from an acquaintance yesterday where she happen to mention the Ouroborus of ancient mythologies.
I have been thinking of such cycles of life of late that ebb and flow. And not surprised by the coincidence that this symbol appeared in my day.
As I’ve lately contemplated the cycle of life as new babies are on the way. Perhaps to match their great grandparents’ birthdates, no doubt (loving the multiple layers of coincidence).
I write today with purpose. Surprisingly, my purpose is to share my own ideas and passions. Yes, purpose to share my purpose…
I ponder how long it has taken me to arrive here to purpose…
This journey of mine has been life. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a bumpy, crazy, ebbing journey of love, light, and expansion.
Life, no doubt, is not always such for me or for most. Life has those, not-so-pretty moments. Those moments when your heart feels like it has been cut from your chest and left at your feet. And life has those moments where your heart hums and floats before you with wings of its own. Life is always ebbing, flowing.
Getting back to purpose…
I have spent the past 72 months distracted and avoiding my life’s purpose. I am easily distracted, no doubt. And I have gleaned wisdom exponentially.
So, I would not change one single thing or decision made these past 72 months. Beautiful, is it not? How do all of the tools that we need find us right on time?
My avoidance has been due to fear. Fear of the unknown and uncertainty, yes. And mostly fears of rejection and confrontation. Fear sharing my truth because I am fearful of what others will think and what others will say.
Today, I begin new. I begin to share my purpose and my intentions are exactly to inspire thoughts and conversation and this is impossible without some confrontation and even some rejection.
Because my message and my purpose are far bigger than my own fear and more valuable to the enlightenment and expansion of others.
I share one simple trick for empowering purposes, though not always easy to implement.
The one simple step in empowering purpose is the act of submission and letting go control of the outcome of a situation.
Not knowing how exactly is simple though not easy. And knowing the what, having the endpoint fixated upon your compass is crucial. Simply trust that this is all that is needed now.
