Time flies when we’re having fun, and sometimes when we aren’t. So here goes another post. And hey, after my share of dark days (inside and out), you might be glad to hear that sun and fun are coming around again, and—if I may stay with the clichés—a spot of light beckons from the end of the tunnel. What’s changed? Why do I wake up recent mornings with a budding sense of joy instead of the dread that’s been my wont of late? Do such sudden turnabouts happen to you?
The sun really has come out and I am slowly regaining my Nova Scotia sea legs. But I’m sure there’s more to my gladdening heart than that. As often, I trust that writing about what’s up may help with the unraveling and understanding of it, for all our sakes. Anything I can learn about bringing more joy into my life helps me bring more joy into yours, so let’s see what we find out.
Are you surprised you’ve had something to do with the turning of my spirits? Well, you have. By you, I mean, first of all, you much-appreciated blog readers. Your comments and presence in my life mean the world to me and, I realize as I write, you are helping me see my world differently.
My last post elicited two dissimilar but similarly provocative comments, which started turning my emotional tide. Rather than the usual words of appreciation and wisdom, which I am always glad for, Karen gently challenged me with these unexpected words:
- “As I was reading this post I thought, it’s good Suzanne is authentic, humble, and ‘Bare Naked,’ and yet I’d like to see her talking about the bright side of herself too. So I guess I was looking for the light that I know is there…”
I thought about that and responded on the site, and then I thought about it some more.
Bless you, dear Karen, for helping me see that I had been rather in the dumps lately. And yes, it may be time to start looking with more vigilance for the light, which I, too, always know is there but can sometimes—especially recently, in the frenzy of trying to make things happen with the book—lose sight of. So here I am, looking for and starting to see the light, with thanks to you.
Another reader of the “To give love is to live love” post offered a challenge of a different sort:
- “I’ve been reading and writing on this blog for a couple of months and I’ve noticed many of the comments tend to focus on Suzanne. Maybe I’ve got this all wrong, but I view Suzanne’s posts as a catalyst to encourage our own self reflection and to share our own feelings and struggles.”
Amen! That comment of Dagmar’s followed right after one where she had gotten bare naked with me—and all of us—by movingly sharing her difficulty dealing with the aging appearance of her own, as she first saw it, no-longer-lovely face. (If you go to the comments for that post, you can see the rich exchange that followed.) Dagmar had bravely modeled exactly what she went on to encourage the rest of us to do: reveal ourselves so we can release our insecurities and doubts!
Dagmar’s willingness to take the lead in opening up the conversation, as Karen also did with her challenge, inspires me and makes me glad. It reminds me, along with all the other comments you make—of appreciation, affirmation, and wisdom—that I am far from alone, and that this work we are doing is becoming a shared, mutually supportive effort, just as I prayed it would.
By stepping up and speaking up, you wonderful people I’ve been connecting with through the blog have eloquently reminded me that my efforts around writing, publishing and promoting my book arose from that same sacred co-creative place we are establishing here. Many, many women, along with my husband, all of us guided by the vibrant spirit of Swami Kripalu, pitched in full-tilt to craft the book. No question it was a huge undertaking; for about a year, it was hard labor. But I assure you it was a labor of love and it was a joint venture. I didn’t birth it alone.
That brings me to this: Can’t I assume—now that the blog is coming alive in the same collaborative way—that the universe will also conspire with me to get the book I fret about promoting the attention it deserves? I bet I can! Thanks to your support, I’m back in touch with the trust and joie de vivre that’s both the source of the book and the experience I want readers to come away with. May we all continue working together to keep this co-creative, communal feminine essence alive, right here and in the larger world. All blessings and thanks on our Way!
Categories: A Writer's Life, Inspiration, Self-Care