There is something I want to birth into life. It is a deeply felt, creative expression that I have been engaging with; listening, refining, loving. And, I have felt judging, fearing, confused with it.
I realized this morning that I am taking this creation personally. Fearing what it says about me, vulnerable to what it reveals about me. Afraid of how it's truth will change my life.
In truth, this creation is not mine. It is of me, yes, but not mine. So perhaps a more appropriate perspective is to see it as if it were one of my children. My beloved, unique, amazing children.
Parenting is the one place where I bring forth my most intentional consciousness. The responsibility of cultivating, or shepherding, these precious, perfect lives through the stages of development is the greatest honor of my life. There was a time when I saw myself reflected through them, but something shifted and I now see it my sacred responsibility to bring out in them their greatest truth. To see them with wonder and awe and honor, for who they are in the world. To protect their unique beauty, to listen to their truth, to honor their paths. To see their truth as holy, and to consciously protect and nurture that in the world.
And, this thing being birthed is actually the same thing - a creative life force emanating from me. Being birthed through me. It is no more appropriate that I judge and fear it as I do my children. That is old thinking. And so, today it is my intention to:
Norma Van Horn