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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