The First Step Begins with your Heart

What does it mean to follow your heart?  Sometimes the universe seems to conspire to set the deck against you.  You see what you want to do, you feel it inside you, yet moving forward can feel all but impossible.

Why is it that something that should be so natural can be so hard?  We get caught up in the possibility of failure or success.  The fear can be overwhelming – what if people don’t like what you’re doing, what if you get laughed at or judged, what if you fail, what if you make a mistake, what if you’re not good enough, and, worst of all, what if you succeed?

It’s easy to lose sight of the most important consideration of all – what if you don’t follow your heart?  Do you want to spend your life selling yourself short and doing things you don’t love.  When you step back from your busy everyday life, ask yourself, is there anything more important than doing what you love?  If, for whatever reason, that isn’t an option right now, is there anything more important than working towards that eventual goal – where you can do what you love every day?

The universe doesn’t conspire to set the deck against you.  Every hardship is just there to show you a new path to your heart.  When you find it within yourself to overcome the challenges that confront you, you grow as a human being.  Your capacity to love grows and similarly, your capacity to do what you love grows.  You become a stronger person.

Every obstacle you have ever overcome has brought you to where you are today and made you who you are.  Every challenge you face today will make you who you are tomorrow.  You can get frustrated or find gratitude for the experience.  Nothing is more satisfying than becoming who you are as long as you are being true to yourself. The great Chinese philosopher, Lao-Tzu, said, “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”  The first step begins with your heart.

The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Chris Bryden from Alma Desnuda shared this poem with me today. It really touched my heart:

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

By Oriah

A poem by my friend’s friend

All I see
I know it’s not out there
It’s inside of me
Everything I touch
Turns to gold in my inner eye
But my hands are empty
…I don’t know why

All I am
I know it’s not out there
It’s right here..
I look to the future
And it’s vague in my view
A misty reflection of me
Waiting for you

Time changes everything
I know
The illusion of time
I own
Stars above on a moonless night
So bright, So far, So familiar..

All I feel
I know that what’s out there
Is not real
It’s deep within
Beneath the glowing internal dawn
And hidden virtue
Of a black swan
Beneath the silence of falling snow
Beneath the flow of thoughts
Where thoughts are no more
Beneath my core of everlasting
Forevemore…

All I know
I know it’s not out there
I belong I’m a stranger to my own reality
Although I know It’s where I’m supposed to be
Free my mind, Give my heart, To be free..
To Be..

All I am
I know it’s not out there
It’s right here…
I have gained in everything I lost
and I know..
Shadowman
The freedom of letting go.. And I know..
I am

Time changes everything
I know
The illusion of time
I own
Stars above on a moonless night
So bright, So far, So familiar..