HOW TO BLOOM

 

I don’t happen to believe that people who are truly spiritual are even aware of their spirituality. And here I am writing a spiritual blog, stumbling from one lesson to the next, inviting you to come with me. But, I think that’s the point. In sharing our stories of imperfect stumbling and discovery, we are sharing the most vulnerable and important part of ourselves, and are exercising our spirituality.

So much of our spiritual lesson is loss, and dealing with it. We are bulbs stuck in the dark, yearning to see the light and open. But, when we finally blossom, the light is glaring, and we feel exposed, and maybe afraid. There are prettier blooms out there! We have left the safety of the dark soil behind.

That is loss. Life requires us to shed the things we can’t carry or that belong to someone else on our journey.

Sometimes, we’re presented with the necessity masquerading as an option, to shed people, or bad habits, or a way of coping with life that is fearful, critical, or foolish. I personally can fill in the blank with 100 different things that don’t get me anywhere spiritually or anywhere else. They’re stupid habits, that provide momentary comfort, that are ridiculously hard to drop! It’s even more difficult to opt out of certain relationships in the realization that you have changed beyond them and they just don’t want the new you—they want the old version. All of these things or circumstances are innocuous in and of themselves, but they can eat up other options, even a calling.

Sometimes, the lesson is more brutal, as someone who occupies a chamber of our very heart is ripped from our lives. How to make sense of the brutal pain? I’m watching someone I love go through this now. Why did it happen? No mortal can answer the question.

I don’t think God is doing something to us or taking the things we lean on to make us grow. I think we can’t help but grow, if we let the tears out and let them water us like rain, letting our hearts open to the sunlight that’s still there, and always has been. 

THE UNDERBELLY OF IMAGINATION

 

 

purpletreeWhat ever the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve.

Napoleon Hill, on belief

 

This quote is frequently used to say, “Dream big or go home.” But, there is an unattractive underbelly to imagination, isn’t there?

What are we doing to ourselves with our imaginations?

The problem is this: what we lay claim to in our minds becomes ours, whether we ever wanted it or not. The Bible calls it “ calling those things that be not as if they are.” Emmett Fox used the analogy of branding someone else’s cattle as our own.

It is selective imagination and focus that is a gift. Unbridled imagination can actually cause a kind of paralysis. What do I do next? What do I respond to next?

I refer to my fears often. My fears. Aren’t I then making them forever mine, by branding them as my own? I waste so much time planning for False Evidence Appearing Real- FEAR. While bold and fearless imagination is creative, imagination based upon fear, is stunting, freezing creation, including the creation of solutions to our problems, right in their tracks.

As a storyteller, I can go from “ how do you do?” to Zombie Apocalypse in 60 seconds. That’s good when I’m writing, but not so much when I’m living my life, creating relationships, paying bills or trying to step away from the safety of the printed page and communicate what’s in my heart, what I might dare to want to any audience greater than one. Isn’t it strange that there are no limits to the negative things I summon into my head, but imagining success, abundance, those thoughts, I limit. Who do I think I am, imagining good things for myself?

In my former, life I was a lawyer. This meant basically planning for the end of the world every day and being ever ready to act, based upon that contingency. Every workday, someone would bring in a bomb, put it on my desk and then run away. I became really good at imagining worst case scenarios and planning my days based upon those scenarios. The problem was, they weren’t my scenarios. I was there to solve problems to the extent of my ability, not live or take responsibility for my clients’ lives.

When I imagine doomsday scenarios, failure or things to be afraid of, I am laying claim to these things. I am literally branding cattle that aren’t mine. My preacher says temptation is the warning light on the dashboard of life. We set ourselves up to be vulnerable to it by the way we use our fantasies and imagination.

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backyardblogNegative imagination creates artificial limits and makes them seem real. It’s the adult version of imagining a Boogie Man under the bed. We all have our boogeymen, keeping us stranded on our beds in the darkness. What we claim as ours and what we choose not to claim determines if we stay on the bed or get up and go.