“Nature is full of genius, full of the Divinity;
So that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.”
~Henry David Thoreau
Fruit is supposed to be sweet, right? Well, sometimes. Red juicy strawberries are amazing. I love red juicy strawberries. But sometimes, they are tart. My mother-in-law sprinkles them with sugar. Actually, if truth were told, there’s no “sprinkling.” She slices them and covers them with lots of sugar!
Bananas always did well at our house when the kids were home. I like them firm and on the greener side. My husband and boys like them when they start getting brown spots. And, my daughter loves them ripe. I’m not fond of the soft, mushy, super-sweet bananas. But it didn’t matter, because if they got to that stage and my daughter wasn’t around to enjoy them, they would get put in the freezer for the next loaf of banana bread. Apples are the same. We all have different favorites. I like my apples firm and crisp with a juicy, sweet-tart combination. I used to think the redder the apple the better, but that just isn’t true. Again, I’m not fond of the soft, mushy apples.
I’ve been eating a lot of blueberries this summer. This past weekend, I mindfully observed myself reaching for the larger berries first. And then I would eat the smaller ones in descending order – from biggest to smallest. I learned a lot from the berries. First, the larger ones aren’t necessarily the sweetest. “The bigger the better” is NOT true. I found large berries that were tart, sweet, and variations between. And the same is true for the smallest berries. Some of the smallest berries were succulent and heavenly. Why do I reach for the large ones first?
Until this past weekend, I have never eaten a blueberry that was smashed or broken open. Maybe it’s partly because I don’t want to stain anything. But mostly, it’s the reason I mentioned: I’m not fond of soft, mushy fruit. Soft and mushy usually grosses me out! However, everything changed when I accidently put a soft and mushy, broken-open blueberry in my mouth. It was stuck to one of those big berries and I didn’t see it. Instantly, when I felt the soft and mushy texture, I wanted to cringe. However, something amazing happened. The broken-open blueberry captured my attention with its sweet, pleasurable “real blueberry” flavor. It was as if I tasted a REAL blueberry for the first time. Yum!
Sometimes life is like that. Some of our experiences are on the firm and green side. Some are tart; others are sweet. Some are big; others are small. But it’s those times when we surrender and allow ourselves to be broken open that show us what we’re really made of – our true essence. I’ve been broken open many times in my life. As I think back on my journey, I remember the times I tried to put myself back together as quickly as I thought I could. It never really worked. There were other times when I was disgusted at the “soft and mushy” parts of me. Similar to that of fruit, I would try to throw away the soft and mushy, broken-open pieces of me. Discard them. I was broken… I must be garbage… disgusting. That never really worked, either. And then there were the times when I left my broken open self un-attended, and the soft and mushy quickly turned to mold. Yuk. That just left an unpleasant odor in my life. It’s sad… I didn’t realize the sweet essence of ME that was begging to be tasted.
I’ve been broken open again, and the experience this time is so different. The sweet nectar of the real me is a delicious new experience. I’m playing in the soft and mushy essence of divinity expressing itself through me. It’s messy and mushy and sweet. I am delighting in all the new ways of being. There’s no form and I’m not “broken,” I’m just perfectly “broken open.” Drinking in the joy of my true essence, I experience the fullness of who I really am. Maybe I’ve never before been truly developed to the point of readiness for the harvest of my full, mature, rich life. But in this moment, the suitable time has arrived, and breaking open feels like the perfect gesture to honor the season of my soul’s ripe journey. There’s nothing to put back together – to fix. There’s nothing to throw away – no garbage. There’s nothing stinky or moldy – I’m not spoiled. It is just the pure, blissful essence of the REAL me spilling out and expressing itself in the world.
Life is sweet… Break open!
I just spent the weekend with a group of conscious, inspiring women who feel called and committed to BE the change they wish to see in the world. I have been blessed, beyond measure, to meet many of these women across the country that are stepping up and moving into a new leadership model ready to do their part. The beautiful thing about this conscious leadership is the exercise of synergetic, integrated (fully feminine) cooperative power.
The leadership I am witnessing breaks the mold on the old paradigm of power-over/power-less relationships. It changes the dynamic of power, whereas no one has authority over the other. Women are simply showing up, fully embodied in their own personal passion and purpose, and as self-empowered individuals, doing their part. There’s no competition. There’s no win or loose. There’s no judgment. And most important, there’s a “piece” for everyone. Women are acknowledging the value in each other and generously sharing their resources, time and talent for the greatest good of humanity and the earth. Striving for absolute power as the “lone wolf” is no longer effective. However, synergetic cooperative power works.
The new model gives space for everyone to be who they are as they honor and value the breadth and depth of diversity. Reverence for the collective affirms a respect and appreciation for differences. There’s no motivation to try to change others’ beliefs or behaviors. In fact, women are genuinely interested in learning from each other as they collaborate around common values and the greater good. Gone are picket lines separating race, religion, politics, spiritual practice, geography, gender, sexual orientation, and even personality types. In the new model of conscious leadership there is wisdom in the collective and it is more precious and constructive than preconceived boundaries that fragment and fracture the highly regarded oneness.
Conscious leadership is an integral, collaborative leadership. Cultivating a united humanity is not a philosophical, idealistic construct; it is a fundamental and essential reality. Conscious leaders understand that humanity is one and organically join, unite, and coalesce. Understanding the strength of integration, the new leaders create strategies similar to putting together a puzzle. All the pieces are important. All the pieces belong. And all the pieces are needed. The simple elegance is that no one needs to do more than his or her part. One must quietly put his or her piece on the table and be willing to be re-arranged as needed.
This beautiful new movement is reminding humanity that we are not broken. Brokenness, separation, and isolation are just illusions the mind made up. We no longer need to spend decades in “self-improvement,” “personal development” or therapy! There’s no need for, or purpose in, suffering. It’s time to simply awaken to the truth of our being and knowing. The old quote says, “We are spiritual beings having a physical experience.” Women are waking up and being spiritual beings having a full, vibrant, authentic spiritual experience, and staying awake while doing so. We are whole. We are perfect in our imperfection. It’s our time to remember and expand into the fullness of who we really are.
This delightful conscious leadership is a calling. Do you feel called? Commit to the new wave and allow the irresistible, compelling, and contagious energy sweep you into the abundant love and joy of generosity, respect, unity, and spiritual vitality. This synergetic cooperative power will move your mountains and rock your soul!
I love to fly. I feel expansive and free when I’m above the clouds. I feel “home.” When I fly, my perspective literally changes in more ways than one. The bird’s-eye-view shifts my perspective and perception of my small mind and body. I am no longer a resident of my small town in Nebraska, I am home in the ethers; home in the clouds; home over the mountains and oceans and prairies. As I (my corporal self) become small, the real me expands to even greater states of knowing. I am connected to all things. The air I breathe supports the cloud hovering over the fields. The rhythm of my heart beats in harmony with the symphony of nature unfolding in beautiful time. And the solar rays – oh how the brilliant light beams whisper directly to my soul. I open to the new and expand into the mystery, leaving my heavy, dense corporal body and mind in another world.
My vision is not only that of X thousand feet in the air, zipping along the jet stream. My vision expands beyond the cosmos. It’s my time to download, connect, and be inspired. Have you heard the phrase, “she has her head in the clouds?” When my head is in the clouds I see clearly, I know deeply, and I feel my oneness. It’s a beautiful meditative state.
We live in a beautiful world and a wonderful time. If you’re reading this, maybe it’s time to shift your perspective. Put your head in the clouds, or maybe even stretch your neck and reach far beyond the clouds. You don’t need an airline ticket to expand your awareness. You simply need to wake up and choose to stay awake, even when the ride is turbulent and scary. Stay awake. Welcome the new perspective when life appears distorted and unfamiliar. Expanded consciousness only happens when you are fully present in the multi-sensory experience of this moment. Enlightenment is an action or state of attaining spiritual knowledge. That action can occur when you are fully present chopping vegetables, folding laundry, or sitting on a plane. Come fly with me!