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Weaving 2010

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New beginnings have historically been quite a trap for me.  I have such a tendency to be drawn to those lines in the sand; a date or time frame in which I will make Big Changes.  These things almost never last and generally become a huge opportunity for lots of negative self talk and limiting beliefs.

I‘ve  come to realize is that, for the most part, Big Changes thatsustain don‘t flow out of a specific date or time frame. Lately I‘ve had the experience of weaving my life into a rich and colorful tapestry informed by a lively combination of my own intention and the often unexpected colors that arise in the day to day.

Left to my own devices, my weaving would be less expansive, lesscolorful and certainly less interesting. It goes sort of like this:I begin weaving away with my FAVORITE colors. . .let‘s say rich greens and golds and oranges and maybe a touch of dusty pink. (I‘m quite please with the pink and think I‘m being oh so inventive.)

Then life hands me turquoise. “Turquoise????” I exclaim. “Turquoise really doesn‘t FIT, you know. It certainly wasn‘t in the plan. I think it will look quite ugly. Besides, I don‘t know anything ABOUT turquoise and I‘m not sure that I can even work with it. ” You get the picture.

Then I remind myself that every one of life‘s colors is a huge gift and that I have a soul‘s agreement to embrace each one. I remind myself that there is a much larger plan for the tapestry of my life, one filled with magic and mystery and the unkown. And so I begin weaving away.

Sometimes I have no idea how it will come out. I remind myself to trust and to give my hands over to that which exists beyond the very limited scope of what I know. It‘s an adventure, this weaving. ..and very alive.

Some time later. .. .a day, a month, a year, I notice how the turquoise is just right. How it really pops out those original colors and how well it fits with the other surprising colors that have come my way in the meantime. I notice the interesting pattern that continues to emerge; beautiful and compelling, yet never fully defined. I feel gratitude and something that I can‘t quitedescribe. Fulfillment perhaps.

So, it‘s important that I show up. It matters that I weave decisively with intention and purpose and choice and all of that. At the same time and quite paradoxically, the magic truly flows when I surrender and give myself over to the mystery.

I‘d love to hear about how you weave your life.

Karen


  • jennet
    However one weaves....the colorful tapestry, the weaving winding roads, or the journey of a weaving river, it keeps taking us on a journey. The answers are always there. Just keep your eyes opened and be willing to see the clues that are left for us to find. When I'm opened to the stuff that shows up, it's magical and I create answers for myself. I'm still learning how to be with the stuff that shows up that isn't the answer I'm looking for. I'm asking myself, "how to be when turquoise shows up?"!!!!
  • Henrykh
    I love how you weave the metaphor here Karen. Life is definitely a weaving where surprise colors that you think will be so wrong end up being perfect.

    How sad if we don't show up, be present, to all of the surprises while we keep our eyes focused on what it is we are doing and where we are going.

    :-)
    Henry
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