As I mentioned last post I’ve been doing the artist’s Way by
Julia Cameron over the past few weeks and the results are mind boggling. I have
found myself burbling up to the surface, barely aware that so much had been
gently being ignored as it was shoved under my consciousness. Crazy isn’t
it? A woman who writes under being
Spiritually Aware suddenly finds out that maybe I haven’t been quite as Aware
as I’ve been wanting to be. Hence the lack of posts over the past couple of
years I suppose.
But like all unawareness the coming back into awareness is
sublime. Like a wonderful page-turning novel I am discovering so much about Me
and what I’ve expanded to over the past few years. Its like catching up with an
old friend.
It is reminding me that is exactly what life is about. We
are spiritual beings in a physical reality. We come here to live and often in
that living we become closed off from the spiritual being we really are. If we
live entirely from the Spirit perspective, we feel closed off, like observers
to a movie scene. We are involved, but sometimes a little distant from the
human experience. Yet, when we are unaware of the Spiritual element of life, we
get so caught up in the illusion of it all, in the game that we become a victim
to our own reality. Balance. The great Teeter-Totter of life. I am back to LIVING my life, no longer
distantly watching it or getting caught up in it, LIVING my day to day.
CREATING my day to day and greeting the sun with a smile and a wave.
I was so excited on this new journey that I almost didn’t
notice my exercises last week, until my jaw dropped. Cameron had suddenly announced
the week of reading deprivation. No newspapers, no books no reading. Well that
would be OK if it was twenty years ago when the book was written. Now, here in
2015... it meant no Facebook.
We run a small business. I post on SAP all the time, I
email. Suddenly I found myself ponder, how was I to go Internet surfing free. I
gave myself guidelines. Writing, no reading. No scanning newsfeeds, no clicking
on links, only emails and posts to write. I was on for about 5 minutes twice a
day. My computer wasn’t even turned on at home. I was free.
Yes, seriously. From dreading it, wondering how I could do
it and horrified at my own habit, feeling like an FB junky, in a quick switch,
I was free. Not only that, my posture improved, I stood straight and I focused
on my family more. I could feel energy from my head to my toes and like darling
Julia predicted, my thoughts were my own again.
That’s the idea. We are bombarded by thoughts all the time.
We are inundated with information (plug, my husband wrote a song called
Information Overload which he will be releasing on his next album, keep in
touch at www.vibrationraisers.com)
and it literally is forming what we think. It tells us how to see the world.
Our perspective, which is really our own identity, is being formed by the
information we take part in and now, in the age of the internet, we take part
in more than before. A day into my
internet free week and I made a scary discovery. My emotional detachment, my
sense of observing which I often had thought was a sense of spiritual awareness
was none other than a symptom of information overload. Yes, I was observing
life, but not for spiritual expansion, but for the postability of the event.
How could I share it with others? How could I take a snapshot of the
experience? Meanwhile, I was too far removed to experience it myself.
Yes, I’ve called myself back from the Facebook Abyss. I’m
demanding my emotions back again. After all, yes, positive thought is the key
to happiness but avoiding feeling offness cuts you off from your inner guidance
system. FEELING is key to living! I needed to hear that inner voice again.
So, I enlisted one of my favourite tools. A tool I have passed
on to so many. The wonderful world of Inspiration boarding. I went to my
library, who had just sorted out their past issues of various magazines with
very good timing, and I brought back a stack of everything from Parent Magazine
to Architectural Digest. I browsed, I scanned and everything that made me feel
good I cut out. Soon I had a box full and yesterday I started. My new desk I
got a few weeks back had a glass top, so I carefully removed it and started
scrapbooking underneath it. Nature images, quotes, pretty things, Opening
French Doors with sunlight pouring in, beaches and one simple antique desk with
a pulled out chair inviting me to sit down, now greets me when I sit here to
create. I’ve told my children it’s my place for escape. I can visit any one of
these images whenever I wish. I can imagine walking on the beach or sitting
under a tree. I can do as I wish. What’s fascinating is the selection of
images. As I cut them out I found myself re-introduced to my own inner self,
learning I’ve grown and expanding as a person since starting the SAP site 5
years ago. That was the last time I did an Inspiration board (and from then to
now a lot of what appeared on there has manifested into real life) and the
difference is incredible. From my board based on cozy home life, on little
children, babies, warm kitchens and comfy chairs, my new one is expansive, wide
open spaces and inviting doors. Its full
of the unknown, full of adventure. It’s exciting.
So, why blog about this? Why confess to you that I, a
Spiritually aware living coach, has been off lately and just connected?
Because, I surprised myself with how the computer disconnected me. It blocked me.
Before I went offline I read an article saying that children are actually becoming
unable to recognize human emotions
through facial expressions because of screentime. It was a study performed
somewhere. But I think its deeper. WAY deeper. I think we are being shut off
from our emotional guidance systems. I think we are exposed to so much we are observing
our lives, not as Spirit, but as.... as a viewer. We need to claim ourselves
back again. Now will I be back on FB?...um yup. I’ll be posting and
interacting. Will I scan my newsfeed and check out the Trending column,
probably not. I love my FB community of SAP, it fuels me up with the
interactions and people I’ve met. But I’ll also be logged off a lot more. I’ll
be lying on a beach... somewhere in Spain.... or walking through a sunlit
door... or walking down a bluestone path... and I won’t even have to leave my
chair.
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