What if it were entirely normal for you for the entire world to know who you were?
What if it were entirely normal for you to make an incredible living – purely from your gifts and talents?
What if – it were normal for you – to simply know no other way of existing other than to follow your gifts and talents?
What if – it was easy to make the daily choice to follow your calling, desires, passion, purpose- and do that and only that daily?
What if that daily choice between art and admin always felt easy?
Because – there she sat, face and body covered in vibrant flowers they had painted all over one another, brushes running over the skin of innocence, and she said with words that hung like a ripple in the air of an uncertain Sunday-
I’d quite like to be a face painter.
She cut through it all so easily. The desire just to paint people with intention and wildness and creation- no thoughts of money or survival or ‘work’ or whether that was a ‘worthy’ role
She just painted her, and I painted my thoughts of what it would be like to live life on desire and expression alone.
And you would
And the rest of them would talk of money and of mortal things
While you unleash your honey to the world and scatter it from your skirt
And what they don’t know yet –
The coaches, the strategists, the traditionalists and rule-followers and those inbetween their life of old and the call they know they MUST heed-
What they don’t know, is that the world divided.
Some of us felt the shift like an earthquake between our thighs
Some of us are still feeling it like the cracking of a glass we hold in our hands
Some of us are resisting, holding on despite the blood regardless because we would rather hold on than risk dropping it all (you daren’t see the bouquet that is about to fall into your open arms instead)
You don’t care about their way of living anymore. The towers they build are burning, the goals that they set are meaningless,
You want the world to heal, to soothe, to collate, collect, write and dance.
Not perfection, no; you know that energy of darkness is just as vital as oxygen is to the flame
But you’re ready now- in fact, you’ve always been ready just waiting in the wings.
Centre stage, time, Leader.
The healer, the music-makers, the painters, the writers of our own stories and words which transform
And this is the way, isn’t it? way of the leader, warrior spirit, shamanic leader, goddess and no coincidence I write this from the island of Aphrodite raw LOVE and energy / power
To use your greatest gift
No longer avoid your stories
To plunge into and under the oceanic divulging of your creativity and words
And all of the mortal fears of money
Of anxiety knots and work-induced sickness / misery / hopelessness / even the crippling handcuffs of mild dissatisfaction
When you begin to
Of your soul.
To lead, to paint your one wild and precious life
You simply decide that
What broke you no longer defines you
The weight of their expectations no longer need rest so heavily upon your desires
Your giftings – always the most simple and raw and ignored things! – are yours to claim and to use and to light up the sky with
And that you must no longer be afraid to delve into them.
That to be decisive bears the grace of a wave on to the shore- memorable, yet easily replaced
That the curve of your femininity is a beauty and a miracle and a blessing
That to be open to receiving means being open to missing what you think you might desire – but believing in a bouquet instead
That to stand strong means to soften
To soften means to yield – but to follow your innate wisdom as to what is worth yielding for
That your truth is your divine right and that
Sovereignty over your body and mind and heart and giftings enables your true leadership to emerge
Masks falling away
Painted colours of joy and abundance and the pure of spirit, rising.