The World Was Made To Be Free In...

This is one of my favorite poems from my favorite poet, David Whyte. I remember reading it years ago at a time when I was really confused about myself and my life: what to do. Which direction to take? How to trust after a difficult relationship.

It was, when I read it over several days, and then several years, a call: a signal to go into myself. To trust my aloneness. To trust my own inner knowing about my freedom and what I needed. To know, deep in my bones and after many sleepless nights, that some people and some situations are too small. Some situations and some people wanted me to stay the way they wanted, not the way I wanted. I wanted alive. I wanted big. 

I am a late bloomer: it still took several years for me to really understand this. It took leaving a loving relationship that had grown too small for me. It took leaving a job of security - and boredom - that had also grown too small for me. It took me leaving everything familiar behind as I backpacked for months, on my own, in India. Traveled practically the length of India: Dharamasala to Kerala. 

So what brings you alive? Like I say on the first page of my website: are you breathing just a little and calling it a life? Call/text if you want to talk about this. 360-432-1236