My husband and I watched the movie Tik Tik… Boom last night, which is the story of Jonathan Larson, who wrote RENT. One line from a song profoundly moved me:  “Cages or wings? Which do you prefer? Ask the birds.” I imagined myself standing just over the threshold of a cage, facing outward, symbolically representing where I was and where I am now as I step into this next phase of my life.

As a child, I felt different from my family, other boys, and really everyone. In hopes of preventing further harm, I mentally enclosed myself in a cage of sorts to stay safe, endeavoring to be a happy and perfect son and student. Many years later, after therapy, I realized that not only did the cage not really keep me safe, it prevented me from truly being myself and discovering my calling. Today, as I launch myself into my calling as a healer of the spirit, I know that I still feel some fear and occasionally glance back into the safety of the cage. With some effort, I remind myself the safety was an illusion and remaining caged prevented me from flying.

I wonder if you are in a similar place, preparing to pursue a dream. One part of you may feel excited. But another part of you may feel fearful and glance back to your cage. Over the years, I’ve learned that I must honor the total experience, feeling it all, recommit to trusting my guides and God as I step further from that cage, even if those steps are a bit wobbly.

Thankfully, as I do so, I have received a couple messages. The first, via an Oracle card reading, told me that I am ready. It also challenged me to continue cutting the tethers of lingering inadequacy beliefs. The second, from a song by Calum Scott called Rise, speaks of what brought you to where you are now, finally coming out of the shadows, feeling some uncertainty, but also a strength that proclaims that you are ready and will rise or soar, going back to the bird metaphor in the movie song.

I pray that you who find yourself in similar place are able continue stepping away from your cage, and soar to new heights.

Going with the flow – for some while I’ve tried to live by this. Sometimes it’s been a struggle. Having things follow a set pattern has been a comfort, especially for a trauma survivor. It’s enabled me to plan my day, and be safe. When something happens at work or life, that I didn’t fit the pattern so to speak, I might get angry, resentful, feel stressed, and in some cases go into a panic. Any of you know that feeling?

Last night I had another dream where a pattern was disrupted. The setting of the dream, as is often the case, is a school: two classes, sudden changes in schedules, resulting in two conflicting exams.

When I came semi-awake, I thought, what the hell?; why am I having this dream again? I’m not getting any new information. Then, and there, I complained to my guides about the need for this.

Settling back to sleep, the dream continued, and this time, ended with a message – I asked one teacher for what I needed, and he proposed that I do a project instead.

Suddenly, another layer of onion got peeled and with it came two important pieces of wisdom.

• First, and building on my “let the moment take the lead” message, when something suddenly changes and throws plans into disarray, as much as possible, try not to react with anger, stress, or panic. Just breathe. In fact, take repeated, deep breathes into your body, especially to the areas of your body where your reaction centers. For me, that’s my gut.
• Second, after taking the time to center and calm yourself, simply ask for what you need to adapt to the change.

With the last two months at my job, I have an opportunity to apply both of these, as unexpected changes arise regularly. Oddly, enough, I’m looking forward to it.

Another onion layer peeled – what a relief.

For many years I’ve been working on letting go of perfectionism and workaholism. In the past, I’ve done this through therapy, Workaholic Anonymous meetings, and even in my Counseling Psychology degree. I’m happy to say that they no longer control me but they still do impact me.

In my job, I regularly keep tabs on them. Given the constantly changing software industry in which I work, burn out is not uncommon. Now, as I develop my calling as a healer of the spirit, I must admit they have shown up in the guise of fear about not doing “it” right. Perhaps some you might resonate with this with respect to your career, your relationships, or other things.

For the last month, I’ve developed two ways to help me deal with my flare ups. The first is by tuning into my body, noticing if my heart or mind is beginning to race. When that happens, I have a chat with Mig (that’s what I call my amygdala – the part of my brain which controls our fight or flight response). During my chat, I let Mig know that there’s no danger and invite him to rest.

Another way is through meditation. Recently, my meditation focuses on breathing deeply into each part of my body to let go and trust my guides and God. The meditation includes repeating phrases, including “I am whole” and “I trust” and feeling them in my body and spirit. One phrase I’ve added is “I am enough.” They help set a more relaxing tone for my day.

By doing this, I realized that as I let go, the energy I spent worrying and pushing myself is now freed up. Unexpectedly, and with great excitement, I’m using that energy to write a novel where my philosophy undergirds the story. Still, even with this, I do check in with Mig to ensure I’m doing this with ease.

If you’ve ever struggled with workaholism and perfectionism, and are working to let them go, perhaps these two ways will help and so free up some of your energy to embark on new adventures.

Recently, I received another “moment” message asserting that each moment is new and can bring wondrous things. Yesterday, that message had practical applications.

As I move closer to my last day in my job, I’m spending a good amount of time, preparing to hand off my work. When my boss asked me yesterday to take on a new project, I agreed but I wasn’t very happy. Still, I threw myself into the project. In the process, though, I made a mistake in a document that I couldn’t fix. I felt like crap. After I emailed the document owner, I decided to take the walk I had previously planned.

As I got ready, I looked for my new sunglasses. I bought them to replace the new sunglasses I bought the previous week that didn’t work well. Despite my searching and reciting the “St. Anthony” prayer numerous times, I couldn’t find them. I wondered if losing them was the universe’s way of telling me I shouldn’t have bought them. By then, I felt even worse.  I didn’t want to walk. I wanted comfort food, specifically a brownie or cookies.

That’s when I remembered the message that each moment is new and can be wondrous. My first reaction was “what kind of b.s. is that”? Although I believe it, I wasn’t feeling it. But I did get a spiritual nudge challenging me to not let the new project, my mistake, and my lost sunglasses control my day. So, I forced myself to take a walk.

Nothing wondrous happened during the walk. But when I got home, I received an email from the document owner telling me he was able to fix my mistake. And a few minutes later, Michael found my sunglasses.

Now, on the grand scale of life resolving a mistake and finding sunglasses is not wondrous. It was definitely a relief. What was wondrous was my decision to just keep going, even though I felt crappy, and to be open for something good to happen. I can’t say that my “yeah right” attitude has gone away about the message. But now I have an example of when it was true. That’s something for me to build on.

In the Denise Linn’s “Becoming a Modern Day Oracle” workshop that I recently attended, someone raised the question about how to prevent low self-esteem from getting in the way of giving a good Oracle card reading. Denise responded with something like the following: “Light goes through the cracks.”

My read on this is that divine light or inspiration is able to come through us not despite our imperfections but because of and through them.

In my last year of my Masters Degree in Counseling Psychology, I was required to write a thesis. My thesis was called, “The Good Enough Therapist.” This came out of my therapy to heal my perfectionism and my struggle with not feeling good enough. At the basis of this was first realizing that a perfect therapist does not exist. But even if there was, that person would be someone without empathy, and therefore couldn’t connect with another’s struggles. In contrast, a good-enough therapist is one who recognizes that her or his own brokenness can help them be fully present with their client and walk with the client on their road to healing.

Likewise, for those on a spiritual path and committed to being a light to others, our brokenness (aka cracks) isn’t necessarily an obstacle to sharing that light but a vehicle through which that light can shine. In fact, as a result of them, in conjunction with our own life experiences, we have an opportunity to reach others who have gone through similar experiences. For through the cracks we bring our own unique empathic light. For example, if like me, you’ve struggled with self esteem, as you come to recognize your beauty, you can help others recognize their own because you’ve been there. Equally important, if and when self-esteem issues arise again, say when you’re trying something new, you have an opportunity to normalize that experience for others and remind them that life is a process.  

“Light goes through the cracks.” What a wonderfully freeing piece of wisdom. Thanks Denise.

You would think that as a healer of the spirit, and dedicated to being of service, that I would have no difficulties letting someone take care of me. Wrong. I feel guilt. Even after years of therapy, it’s not always easy. My guilt comes from a lingering belief that I have to take care of myself and that I have no right to ask others for help because it would inconvenience them.

Recently, I was having radiation treatment on my left hand to lessen the impact of an inherited condition. I was told to avoid hot water for a month. Well, in my family, my husband is the primary cook and I clean the dishes. It’s a bit hard to wash stubborn pots with warm water with one hand. When I told my husband about my restriction, he was fully onboard with washing the dishes and cooking.

For the first few days of the treatment, it was challenging for me to see him doing both. You might wonder why I didn’t take over the cooking. Well, the truth is that I’m not the best cook.

So, what did I do? First, I reminded myself that being in a relationship means letting your spouse care for you when you can’t. I have certainly done that for Michael. So, that helped lessen my guilt. More practically, I realized that there were other things I could do, like putting away the dishes, ironing his clothes, paying our bills, and doing other chores that we normally shared.

Still, I do wonder how I would feel if I couldn’t take on any chores for a time and Michael had to do everything. That could be challenging. One day, I believe I will more fully embrace the fact that love means being able to let others care for you when you can’t do so yourself.