My intention was set - I was not going to give my power away.
Yet, there I was losing my sense of Self while a way that I do not beelieve in was paraded
below a proscenium arch. Held above my head and demonstrated as the end-goal, I naturally fell into comparison and, as I am quick to offer these days, I do not have a financial leg to stand on.
Meanwhile, the words found within my heart song had been hijacked. "This is our tribe," a disembodied voice croaked, motioning around to a room full of strangers who spent long days together forcefully jutting out hands, shoving business cards into sweaty palms and uttering the death-chasing mantra, "What do you do?"
what do you do?
what do you do?
I LIVE.
I LOVE.
I AM.
My eyes glossed over, my Spirit parched, I stumbled out of the experience, gasping for breath. And, there you are - beauty-full, yet trying so hard. "JUST BEE," I want to scream and shout, jumping up and down and raining all over your parade. But compassion gets the better of me - it always does - and all I can do is LOVE and take my leave. After helping me to move through a "breakthrough," Mark teared up because, as he shared, "I've spent my entire adult life trying to remember how to just bee."
JUST BEE.
So, I refrain in order to reflect and decompress. And then, I head north where my true community awaits. No dollars are necessary for ours is a consumer-free meeting space and a place that goes on with or without me. I see 40+ others gathered together on a grassy knoll as I smile at my internal knowing and sense of belonging.
I AM HOME.
I wander upon a group of three of them - as different as could bee - leaving. They throw their arms wide open, "Cara!" they exclaim, greeting me, holding me, loving me. Then, I walk up on US and my coaching is called upon. "Cara, I need to talk to you." "Cara, what do you think of this?"
"Cara," they call.
I AM.
