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In this life…
I’ve made bold and big moves.
I’ve engaged in small shifts and soft strategies.
I’ve side stepped lanes and blurred boundaries of limitations.
I’ve gathered the breadcrumbs as fuel for the future and moved slowly with humble deliberation.
I’ve brazenly run forward, arms open wide, right off the cliff of uncertainty.
I wouldn’t change a thing about any of the choices or chances I have or haven’t taken. Because at each turn it, at the heart of it, the root of it, has been the urge to fulfil an unseen calling.
A calling to live untethered.
I’ve moved in trust triumphantly embracing and creating my own personal style of fulfillment.
I’ve also waited, held back, resisting a calling so clear yet with a path unknown.
Sure there’s been plenty of miss takes and possible wrong turns that took a scenic route or a road to nowhere in particular.
Yet it all brought me here.
Any path of self acceptance must include accepting what made this moment possible.
So here we are. Exploring our humanness for the sake of peace, love and happiness.
It is a myth that we must depart our internal experience in sacrifice of success.
Self acceptance unleashes a sense of unbounded grace and freedom.
Compassion is a balm of healing cooperation and recognition.
A lot yet not all my decisions have been an unfolding of a wild truth.
An unfurling of a wild woman finding her way.
Through the paradox.
Through the stages and cycles and seasons.
Through the muck of shoulds and shouldn’ts. The highs and lows and in-betweens.
There is no template for this act of living free and staying true to oneself.
The nature of reality is change and fulfillment a moving target.
The process of following a rigid system leaves little room for spontaneity, customization, or organic evolution.
I am grateful to have the opportunity to ask the big questions and to not settle for small answers that don’t fit.
Any wild woman, or person has access through a remembering found in our bodies.
The template lies within. I can be teeny tiny small, perhaps located somewhere unexpected, like a baby toe, or the lobe of your left ear. That location holds the blueprint. Attuning awareness is a handy tracking device!
There’s plenty in the way of that seed within having the conditions to burst through the layers and grow into something tangible. Liveable.
I’ve observed many of my peers and friends feeling things just don’t fit anymore.
This system is not one size fits all, and for some the lack of fit creates a manageable tension, a low-lying discomfort, and for others it’s downright painful.
The body tells its own story, whether we’re listening or not.
Yes, the template is in our bodies. The template is in nature. The template exists as a rhythm playing its own song.
There’s a communication between the two. It can be subtle and/or loud.
I can hear the reverb of lost time dedicated to what really matters to me and it’s simply no longer possible to live any other way but my way. And
As noted above, there’s no lost time, only diverted effort, and still…
All paths lead to the same place. No regrets, just information :)
XON
Nichola Napora < - > Mystic Peaks Studio
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