March 5, 2011

It’s not that nothing has happened in my life since I last wrote.  I simply do not feel inspired to write.  Why, because there hasn’t been anything that I feel inspired to write about.  It’s not that nothing has happened.  I  guess it’s just that nothing that feels worthy of interest to anyone but me.  HHHmmmm…,

But then I’m writing this for me anyway and do I not want to not care diddly squat about what others may think of me?  Yes, that’s a good thing.   And don’t I know that my path is unique?  Unlike that of anyone else. 

Each of us has a path different from that of anyone else in the world.  Oh, it may look similar in many aspects, but no one knows what it is to be like you but you.  No one else has your particular chemistry, point of observation, genes, experiences, relationships, feelings but you.

It is as if all of us are traveling in our own private universes and touching others but never fully overlapping.  We have our own separate paths as well and they could be so much more stunning if we had not been so taught to conform.  We say “just be yourself” but that means as long as you don’t look too different from everyone else.

Isn’t it true that most of us fear people and places that look different from us?  The boogie man we imagine certainly doesn’t look like us and yet the people that hurt us the most…I’m talking everything from physical, emotional, and sexual abuse and murder…are the people that are the most familiar to us.  Think about that.

And so I return to my own unique path.  And I want to be able to fully embrace that no matter what it looks like…even when I’m not inspired to write about it because nothing is hitting the charts enough to share….or so I imagine.

I’m growing myself every day.  I’m experiencing my own expansion sometimes in ways that feel miraculous but that is not something I can begin to put into words.

And those two sentences say it all.  That is my path right now.  I’m continuing to manifest me in a way that is particular to me.  No one else could have my experience,.  No one.  And that feeds me,

We each have our own voice and unique contributions and we bang around together in this wonderful experience called life.

With love, Connie