Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Follow the Yellow Brick Road

 

I’ve had a frog in my throat trying to write this blog. Finding myself mulling over the perfect quotes and anecdotes to share what’s on my heart. Sometimes words create more walls than bridges.

I had so messages to convey. You know about being the change you want to be in the world, spreading the peace, love is all you need, that people don’t remember what you say or do, but how you make them feel. Blah, blah. Bullshit. What does it all mean if it doesn’t help us let go of our concepts and love more?

Truth is, my heart hearts.  Not just for my own sadness, but for all of us. A collective heart break. For how we ignore our emotions when in fact, we are emotional beings. How we seem to be waiting for the perfect job, the perfect relationship or the perfect bank account to be start living our lives. And I don’t mean merely surviving, I mean thriving.

I feel simultaneously a collective anger festering inside us. Are we perhaps angry at ourselves for not listening to our hearts? I can feel the urge to harden my heart and shut down, but how can I practice what I preach if I don’t show heart? How can I expect other people to be vulnerable, if I lack the courage to be vulnerable first? Damn. Got me.

So here goes. I’m so freaking exhausted. I’m tired of being anything other than vulnerable. I’m tired of acting like I care about anything other than love. I don’t care if the early bird gets the worm, my dream isn’t to wake up to a worm everyday. That doesn’t inspire me. I want to make a positive impact on the world. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I deeply about sharing my gift while I’m alive. And isn’t my gift my heart?

It just so happens, saying yes to love, means saying no to a hell of a lot. I don’t care if it is right or wrong, or even spiritual if it helps me embody a loving presence in my life. What could be more important that loving more NOW? Isn’t that what we are all here to do?

I don’t have the answers and I don’t have a set of bullet points to direct you towards your yellow brick road. All any of us can do is serve as mirrors for each other to look within ourselves for the treasure lurking beneath.

So here is me shining the mirror onto you….

“Death is a certainty, but the time death is uncertain. Knowing this, what matters most in this moment?”

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  • Heidi B.

    Amen, sister. Amen. And can I say this is now my new favorite quote-“I don’t care if the early bird gets the worm, my dream isn’t to wake up to a worm everyday.”

  • Kevin

    HOLLLA!!! My goodness, very excellent. Mary Beth, you are amazing. Thank you.

  • Mark T

    Hey Mary Beth, Thanks for taking the risk to hold up the “mirror”. I was struck by the photo on your blog page. In that snap shot, I see the reflection of two approaches to living. There you are, Mary Beth steeping out into the ocean, barefoot and arms outstretched open, embracing the experience, the way you live your life. Beside you is a gentleman standing poised at the edge, shoes and socks on, leaning over to put his finger tips in the water. Aren’t we all both people, the one who steps out and the one who holds back. I can’t help but wonder what happens next in this photo, that if we could see the next photos in the sequence, if the guy beside you, seeing your joy Mary Beth, decides to takes off his shoes to get in the water with you. Thanks for helping us inviting us to join you in embracing the experience of living this moment in your writing and your living life.