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Silence Before the Ripcord

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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Have I seemed a bit quiet lately? I feel quiet. Lately, I haven't felt like climbing up onto my soapbox and squawking about revolutionizing food or health or human consciousness or any of the things that need to be revolutionized.

As many of you might know if you follow my blog, 2010 was a year of massive transformation for me. I got divorced. I bought and renovated a house. I turned 40. Then to cap of the year, I fell in love. Since January I have been in a program at the Empowerment Institute designed to help me clarify my vision and sweep my consciousness of any impediments that stand between me and that vision. (Then show others how to do the same.)

Something is brewing. I am quiet for a reason. My core is being reorganized and refined. My message will be different after this process has fully unfolded. I am in a chrysalis. Inside this chrysalis, my heart is glowing in pulses. It's getting stronger, brighter, clearer.

My son and I are leaving on Saturday for Costa Rica to stay in a house right on the beach for a week. Somehow I know that hearing waves crashing 24/7 will work this process, even (especially?) when I'm sleeping.

Back in January, I interviewed Gail Straub-- co-founder of the Empowerment Institute and author of Returning to My Mother's House.

The core message she had for us was that, as women, there is an immense reward to be gained by delving into silence and solitude. That when we dismiss our very real need for an inward, yielding experience and instead indulge only in our masculine drive to accomplish our tasks, we dismantle our own power.

Our power source is in the silence. That's our refueling station.

So I'm taking a break from my soapbox.

I'm following my inner world for the moment, which says "Be quiet. Lie Fallow. A big growth spurt is coming, so conserve your strength."

There is still 2 feet of snow blanketing my garden, literally and figuratively. Here in Maine, Springtime is an explosion of lifeforce. The chi of the planet pulls a rip cord and careens forth explosively.

I'm not going to buckle my seat belt.

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