October last year I was in New York City. In just a few days my grandpa would pass away. It would be the second death that year. It would round out the "year of loss" in the biggest way we never saw coming. I would return to Southern Utah. I would return to the graveyard. I would not say one word the whole drive to the cemetery from the funeral home.
Later, I would remember the strange run-in on the subway with a woman who sang to me one of my grandpas favorite songs. A warning? A premonition? Collective consciousness? A message?
Last October I could not pinpoint the what's or the why's. I kept trying. I dug deep.
I buried. I dug. I buried. I dug.
In the months to follow the metamorphosis was continuing, yet I was still running.
I was always running. Running to. Running from.
October this year I have no desire to run to, or run from. I am home. My world is in place. It took a long time to get here. It took a lot of work. A lot of patience. A lot of hearts shattered along the way.
But I am here.
I am whole.
I am calm.
No more running.
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Oct 9, 2013
I'm committed to my truth. To discovering, to following, and to living my truth. This hasn't always been the case. Simply because I didn't know any better. I didn't know how many layers my truth was under, or how to find it. I knew I wanted it. I knew I was unsettled. I was searching. But for what? A current of dissatisfaction always running through me. At times the volume was up and at times it was barely audible. But it was always there.
The truth cannot be forced. I've said it before and I'll say it again, sometimes the truth looks different than others want it to. In the beginning, it might even look different than what you want it to. But guess what? Your truth is yours and yours alone. What is true for you is what matters. Your personal life is yours. And guess what? It affects nobody else. And if it "does"? That's because you no longer fit into the role/view/image they've assigned to you, and that's their issue to deal with. It's not about you.
You owe it to yourself to be the best, most authentic version of yourself. I cannot stress that enough. I. Promise. You. Everything will fall into place around that. Relationships change around you and so do your reactions. For the better.
Again, the truth cannot be forced. Sometimes it takes years, or the majority of a lifetime (or maybe it never happens) to peel back your layers. To rid yourself of "what should be". You can trick yourself. You can be in denial and not be aware of it. You can let fear hold you back. You can stay in a life that's stagnant, small, because your not sure that if you jump that the universe will be there to catch you.
I promise you it will. A wise friend of mine told me, "the universe will rise up to meet you every time", and it's the honest to god truth.
Leap. Just leap.
Tune in. Be still. Be quiet. When you sense something is off, it's because it is. When you sense something is right, it's because it is. No matter how small. No matter how many times you shrug it off, or explain it away. This is where we trip up. This is where we convolute the simplicity of life. Because we tell ourselves we are a certain way, with a certain role to play, and life must go accordingly. When things don't "fit" we try to dismiss them.
Don't. That's your truth knocking.
No one can tell you your truth. They can only tell you their opinion based on the role they've assigned you to their own life / world view. You owe no one an explanation. Who is anyone else to tell you what's right or wrong for you? Who is anyone to stop you from growing? From living? From escaping restraints, and falsehoods?
Finding your truth is a messy, destructive process. It is not without ramifications. It is not without hurt. You will hurt loved ones along the way. You will break your own heart.
"You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens" - Rumi
Thanks for reading,
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