Thursday, December 29, 2011

What Can Happen in the Face of Everything :: A 2011 Reflection

She's speaking all the time.


I've been wondering lately... 
 
What if being friendly with Everything was enough to change the world? Or at least, change your life?

2011 asked me these questions over and over again.

Most days, I was challenged to confront reality, head on. Wake up, pack up, gear up, and go. Weather, terrain and mood, be damned! How will you be in the face of Everything?--In the face of hopelessness, loneliness, an aching body, a tired heart?  

How will you greet your life today? 

So often, my answer felt embarrassing, devolved, pathetic. I generally sucked balls at being friendly with Everything. In turn, I felt pain like never before. Pain from wanting to run, but having to stay put; wanting to escape, but having nowhere to go. You'd think on a bicycle in the middle of nowhere, that would be your escape. But it's not really like that when you're an unenlightened human on a quest for truth and love. When your plopped into extreme conditions. When your strength and surrender are tested.

It's more like being slapped across the face. More like, What just hit me?? And then, Why does that god damn thing keep kitting me?? And then, I just got hit again. Oh well. Fuck it.

Rarely did it become, How sensational!... How wondrous!... The feeling of being hit! Rarely did I love life that deeply.

But when those rare moments happened...

A holy moment story

Maybe finding God looks like holding hands with mystery. #thephotoessayproject #found

One of our last big climbs was through a stretch of ancient Redwoods. The road was narrow and steep, nothing but bends and swerving cars for four miles up. Great for extending hyper-alert paranoia, if you're wired that way, (which, cough, I am). The only calming force was the treeline of Redwoods--their long lineage an unspeakable tribute to survival and strength.

We were trekking and chugging along, and I was trying my best to let my minds' worries subside, when a massive truck swerved past, overflowing with chopped down Redwoods.

My heart sunk, fast. For a moment I was overwhelmed with shock (and anger, and wonder, and resounding sadness). But only for a moment. Then, in a split second, something in me rose: a deep knowing, an unquestionable truth that everything eventually surrenders.

That truck marked death. It marked the inevitable loss of all living things. It marked what I could no longer avoid: I will die. I will die, and who knows when. Maybe sooner than I want to. Maybe before my body is ready to go.

My death is not in my control. Only my life is. This life. This moment. This split-second of consciousness, and how I choose to be with it. Why struggle? Why suffer so much? Why be so unfriendly? Why not lean in, wink, offer a kind hello?--even to this--this pain, this challenge, this fatigue of riding my bike over another steep pass? After all, I'm here. I'm alive. I'm able.

It was time to practice a new way of being--an unconditional sort of Love. 

On that final four mile climb--sweat dripping down my face like rain, legs tingling with ache--I smiled, laughed even, at the holiness of being so alive. I got so close to my vitality that I felt as grounded as grass, as ancient as the ocean. I let the sting of sweat seeping into my eyes persist, wiping nothing away. I let the moist air gushing from those holy trees soak my lungs, penetrate my body. I weaved corner after corner to the top of that cliff like a monk who knew that pain was not something to run from because it would always catch up. When Brian was waning in spirits, I sang from the soul of the earth to keep him going. I let life move through me, for him. I opened up. I held on to nothing.

After we made it to the top, I hooted and hollered the whole way down, my face sore at the bottom from such an unwieldy smile.

What's becoming so clear...
 
Lush

I'm beginning to know now that we are STASHED with reserves of strength and surrender.

Yet, we access so little of what we are made of. We let so much of our time go by in an endless scurry away from that which may cause pain. I get it. Pain is painful. But not as bad as the stories we attach to it--the projection into the past or future, what we think it means about who we are or are not.

Pain can just be pain. Tingly, exciting, as vast or holy as the sky. Sharp, immediate, breath-taking. Pain can just be a moment. It lasts forever only in our minds.

I admit I'm a beginner with this stuff, so if it sounds like I've got things figured out, may you know that I'm fumbling, but continuing anyway. May you know that I'm just a human who tossed herself onto a path, and...

I cannot turn back
 
May you #find yourself in unfamiliar places, walking paths you've never seen & know not where they lead. In mystery, there is #liberation. This much I'm learning along the way. #thephotoessayproject

I cannot consciously devolve, despite the awkwardness of experiencing myself in such novice stages. I cannot devolve, despite how easy it would be to join the ranks of the half-awake. Because that's not what I'm meant for. It's not what we're meant for, to be half-awake. We're meant to feel joy and freedom and surrender, the cathartic release of letting everything flow out.

The sweet spot is in that place of greeting Everything with a friendly hello. In a place where we show up, connect, follow, breathe. Where we're alive and we really feel it.

New year, new intentions...

I'll be ringing in the new year with immense gratitude for the journey 2011 took me on.

In 2010 my word was daring. In 2011, power. I'll let you know my word for 2012 so soon. It has to do with this surrender stuff... this holiness... this journey of letting go into love.

Until then, wishing you each a chance for sound reflection and renewal as we enter a new year on Earth, a new holy trip around the sun.

Tell me: Who have you become thanks to the journey of 2011?

deep love & tenderness,
Rachael

Monday, December 19, 2011

What Matters, For Real

the real look in my eyes. today. this moment.

That you are able to see the suffering in others, underneath their defenses and attacks made to shield
That you are able to see the suffering in yourself, underneath your riots of internalized pain
That you are willing to learn the word forgiveness and practice the word acceptance
That you are open to people who love you unconditionally
That you are becoming a person who loves unconditionally

That you are never too old to be surprised, too young to be wise, too tired to be kind
That you give every ounce of your gifts
That you generously receive what is given to you
That you lay in the grass and listen to the wind, because the earth is your mother and losing her is like losing breath
That you are honest

That you believe in people, in humans, in each other
That you do your part
That you honor what you can and cannot do
That you be yourself, all of you, over the top
That you find friends and lovers who love you for you

That you can laugh at the very bottom
That you can cry and the very top
That you can dress yourself in clothes that feel powerful and divine and true
That you are humble in the face of critique or caution  
That you tell the ones you love it's so; today, right now

That you bring everything in you to the table, every time you sit down
That you hold zero judgment about what you're able to bring
That you can say "oh well" and "fuck it" and "I wish"
That you can practice letting go of so much pain and so much suffering

That you are able to see yourself as strong and sweet, even now, even this time, even as your heart hardens and cracks

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

You're Invited: Take the Ride


It's been a long time in the works, but I am so happy to have the stage set and the space ready for you to join me on this ride--this exploration of the true you. If you feel called by this invitation--if you know in your heart or somewhere in the back of your mind that a more alive you is waiting--take a peek at the MadLove Coaching page to see if we'd be a good fit.

I'll give you a few hints here + now:
  • I work with passionate + creative people who are eager to revolutionize their lives and the world at the same time.
  • Why? Because your liberation is part of my liberation.
  • And you deserve deep + abiding belief in your brilliance. No more selling out or selling yourself short.
  • The world needs you to become fully self-expressed. 
  • Your sense of meaning and our sense of peace depend on it. 
CLICK!