365 Pause Practices – Day 28
and the boat whispered
getting out of my own way
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There will be experiences of unrest in all this as it is appropriate that the old ways of being shall resist and experiencing strain is to be expected.
Imagine a boat ready to set sail and how the tattered rope that has been keeping it tied to the shore efforts to do its job. Not realizing its job has come to its finish, the rope is busy holding on, pulling, yanking, wearying itself, tearing itself apart, unraveling, giving it one last good shot, coming back for another round in an attempt to keep its job or do a better job. All the while, the boat whispers to the rope, “It is finished.” Your old ways are the rope. You are the boat. Set sail.
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We taught PAUSE at Roosevelt High School.
This is a photo I took of a mural the students painted.
Mary’s Dare – Day 28
“It is finished.” I love those spoken words. A full release. A letting go. Each pause a relinquishment of my cubicle self. Every step back a loosening of my bare knuckle grip on that which no longer serves me. Tiptoeing out of my closed heart so no one will hear, in case I decide to turn around and close again. Trembling as I dare to open to healing waters, one foot in the boat, one foot out. Hoping for Something Real. Not to fall prey to a worn out ego defense against Love, tethering me to the shore with memories of past hurts in its threatening words, “I told you Love isn’t worth it.” I turn to face the Sun.
A little willingness to receive
Love’s Way
is my dare.
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