Blog-Not Anymore

I usually tear out of my house in the morning as I run for the ferry. Yes, I admit, I’m one of those women who is a panic to get out of the house. I’m not saying that men aren’t like that too, I’m just noting I haven’t met one. Honestly, I’m a bit of a thrasher – or have been.

Transitions are hard for me and as I get older and accumulate more endings and beginnings I’ve noticed a prickliness, like electric barbs shooting through me and around me when I come home, and when I leave. Gathering my things as I leave the house triggers feelings of not belonging. I have been forever ‘gathering my things…’ When I travel, the placing of my bag by the door, the loading of stuff into the car, as I touch my phone, my passport, my keys, my wallet check check check. Triple check check check. The hugs to whomever is or isn’t sending me off sets off tears. I shake a little as I say good bye and walk on the boat.

But then as soon as I’ve left, I’m free.

This morning as I was prepping to leave the house, the light not yet full in the sky… warning of a storm coming and ‘better watch the ferry announcements’ in case I can’t get home, then this view… I had to stop, and look.

I’ve made a decision this year, for 2020 to close the cycle of panic when I transition. To let doors close and open with less friction, to soothe the sparks as they light up in me when I step out or step in, and I think this pic is how it started.

I’m pretty sure I’ve yelled at my kids every day I come home, and I’m a super reasonable mom. Like the kinda mom people judge because I’m too damn ‘permissive’ but let me tell you, when I’m walking in the door at the end of the day and the dishes aren’t done, the dog has eaten a tub of cookies off the counter and I’ve tripped over four sets of shoes at the door, let me tell you, I go from zero to f*ck you in less time than I can blink.

But it’s not the dishes, or dog or shoes fault (tho that is blast worthy), it is the pain of not being welcomed, or feeling received, of transitions, of walking these particular moments alone that are the culprit.

It has been a pain point for me.

And it had become unconscious and reactive.

Not anymore.


Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s weekly online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow. 

If you would like to know more about Tina’s approach to story, click here


Audio-#2 Story from the Car- Our Spiritual Home

I’m talking about our sacred home. That’s what I’m saying. It’s where we feel rested. Where our whole self can be seen and known and heard and, we have an experience of belonging. 

We are so well versed these days and beautifully so, richly so, in our individuation. We are resourced with who we are as individuals and owning it. We know that ultimately we are  responsible. For everything. Like everything. 

Our happiness.

Our mindset.

Our results.

Our well-being.

Our success.

We are damn responsible.

And all of it is true.

We live in a human body.

No one gets to determine our thoughts but us.

No one gets to work with our feelings but us.

No one deals with our impulse control but us…
That is true.

It is all true.

Annnnnd and and and and and and and on this very human plane, we still yearn…

Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow. 

If you would like to know more about Tina’s approach to story, click here



AUDIO – #1 Story From the Car – Devotion

Words stick with me, they grab me.

The word that grabbed me this year was devotion.

When I think about devotion, what comes up for me is a love beyond the physical space.

Words carry the energy from the person they are spoken from and they also carry the energy of the word itself.

Devotion is love of a spiritual kind.

It’s a practice of love that is beyond this human plane.

Let’s lay it down…

Give it over…

Listen to the full 20 minute recording here:


Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow. 

If you would like to know more about Tina’s approach to story, click here


Blog-Education Pilgrimage

What are your thoughts on organized education? I do love me some Gary V in the morning but I can only take sound bytes of him because he swears more than I do. I happened upon a bit of his last week where he named our education system as obsolete. And I couldn’t argue against it. As far as information goes – education is irrelevant. There is absolutely NOTHING out there I can’t gather information about on my own. NO – THING.

However, in terms of LEARNING, I am an external processor. I also a physical processor. The more IN my BODY I am, and the more I can workshop, witness, bounce things on and off people – socialize as I learn, laugh as I learn, get angry and frustrated as I learn, reflect as I learn while being HELD in a sacred circle, the more I retain and embody knowledge.

For some people, organized education makes sense for that.

I’m beginning to believe – not me.

I’m about to embark on a massive path of learning. I am creating a Ministry of Story, and it is sacred to me.

Sacred, like I will never ‘fight’ for it. I will LIVE it instead, with every fibre of my being. There’s nothing to fight for, it either IS or it ISNT. And there is much knowledge to be gathered.

Myth

Religion (multiple)

Indigenous Story

Kabbalah Mysticism

Shamanic Journeying

Earth Story

I will not find this in a school.

I will not find this in ‘organized education’. I will find this information only by living it.

It’s a pilgrimage. And only I know where to place my feet when I listen.

This sounds great for me because my world is in the ‘woo woo’ world (I don’t call it that, but you probably do). But what about organized education? This morning I realized that it’s not for me, but I have three sons. One got through it, another can, but one is literally coming to pieces and losing his connection to his own wisdom in it, but the system is strong, and sometimes I don’t even know what to offer him.

Because what if I’m wrong?

Organized education isn’t right for me, and never has been, but I can’t decide that for him. He’s only 16 years old.

What I know for sure is today’s systems will not sustain tomorrow’s structures.

I’m open to your thoughts.

Xxt


Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s weekly online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow. 

If you would like to know more about Tina’s approach to story, click here



Blog-Wig Out

I was still fresh into the new year when I had my first almost wig-out as I left the house.

You have a routine. I do too. But routine is different than rhythm. We each have a personal wave of music within us, it’s our signature of how we move. I am not a sprinter. I have always been a long distance runner, hiker and one day (help!), a swimmer too. I’m immersive. I descend. I climb. I rest and reflect on the flat parts.

When I remember that, my days are easier for me. I can find the sweet spot I am made as rather than reach for.

There is no sweet spot.

We ARE the sweet spot.

This year I’m unpacking and unpinning the habitual pattern I’ve created which is NOT my rhythm, but has been my pattern for years called: muther f*k’r panic and pandemonium as I leave the house.

I haven’t changed my timing yet, which I may, but not yet.

I am changing what I honour. This year my word is devotion. I am devoted to living.

Punctuated panic reminds me… oooops, take a breath of love Tina. Take a moment of air. Take a second… have a second of devotion. Like mini prayers of yes.

Mini prayers of yes.

I like the sound of that.

This is my hair flying down the hill as I’m almost, but not, running for the boat. I even managed to consciously chat with my son before I dropped him at school.

So much so that he hugged me (like he initiated) before he left me for the day.

Meanwhile I was rummaging through my bag and muttering… damn… where’s my wallet? Did I forget my wallet? Oh no… but I didn’t, it was on the seat.

That was a 7 out of 10 rhythm morning with just a titch of panic. Not bad.

I am devoted to living.

Nailin’ it this year..


Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s weekly online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow. 

If you would like to know more about Tina’s approach to story, click here



Blog- Sacred Time

Normal begins today.

This is morning sacred to me. I light three flames: tea, fire, candle and then I read, and then I write. This is prayer for me.

It’s been a ten day journey of expression since my birthday, and I have to say, this might’ve been my best birthday in a long long long time. I might even say my best birthday ever, but I gotta give that a bit more of a think first.

I did nothing but follow my impulses for ten days.

I’m an expressive, so while I’m super introverted and require absolute solo-cannot-do-not-reach-me time, if I don’t have a healthy, daily dose of pouring OUT each day, my mental health will suffer and I can roll in.

If you’re in my inner circle you’ll know because those messages of pouring out via text, or voice, or messenger to you feel like falling to me and I will close my message with ‘thanks for catching me’, which is code for no need to respond’. I needed to be caught.

And thankfully, I’ve cultivated a circle of loved ones who know what that means.

The last ten days I’ve had the space, time and energy to catch myself. I took myself off ‘mom-duty’ for almost two weeks. You should see my house. And it changed me.

It wasn’t a retreat.

It wasn’t ‘time with the girls’

It wasn’t a bath, or a run, or a good book, or just chillin’… It was time to listen, and then permission to follow, and with absolute ZERO accountability to anyone but me, and another big old ZERO of explanation to anyone else either annnnnnnnd a big 100% permission to be misunderstood by everyone and anyone.

Like me

Don’t like me

Receive me

Don’t receive me

Understand me

or don’t

And you know what happened?

I could feel and hear and walk within my own rhythm again.

I came home.

Sacred time of mornings is where this permission to listen and follow began.

What is your sacred?

How do you carve out space to hear?

Xxt


Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s weekly online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow. 

If you would like to know more about Tina’s approach to story, click here


BLOG – Story is a Blur

Story is a blur.

It’s supposed to be until you see the pieces which want to be heard.

Some of us hear.

Some see.

Some feel.

Others sense.

And still others just know.

And then there are those who can’t speak because there are no words or senses of this ‘plane’ – and they follow.

I’m serious.

And totally not crazy.

Some people hear without any communication at all.

I get you.

I get the blur.

Story speaks in our language not yours.

Listen

Tina Overbury is a core-communications specialist who works with individuals and organizations who feel called. She is a storyteller, performer, and a professional listener who works with narrative and story structure as a vehicle for human connection. Her work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the practice of personal faith. She brings thirty years of collaborative storytelling in theatre, film, marketing, team based selling, and workshop facilitation. She is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening held on Bowen Island, BC, Canada and is the voice and story behind TinaOLife, home to Story Stones, TinaO’s weekly online gathering of listening in to sacred stories. Tina is a proud associate of PowHERhouse media where she listens and supports the ‘stories’ of whole and integrated leaders of tomorrow. 

If you would like to know more about Tina’s approach to story, click here

VIDEO – Story Stones 2 – Promise


TRANSCRIPTION of Story Stones 2 –  PROMISE

I’m TinaO from TinaOLife and this is Story Stones, an hour of deep listening and learning together. 

I am a storyteller, a listener, and a holder of spaces where we can connect with the Story of Us. 

My work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the Christian Tradition. 

Myth and story as the guide.

Mysticism as the path.

And the Christian Tradition as the living footsteps.   

I’m an artist, a writer, a mom, a runner, and a poet. My faith is in the space between us, where two or more are gathered, my trust is in the Mystery and my practice is listening and communicating from there. 

That’s me. 

Okay… so what happens in this hour?

Every week we listen in to a word, and it is a listening. It’s not a telling. I’m not here to tell you anything. That’s not my job. The word becomes the invitation and the gateway which you can open with your softening, to hear in the way in which you hear, and be nourished, in the way you are nourished by your connection, and it’s the connection which is the practice we are building together. 

And it’s your connection to an understanding of what you may call God, or the divine, or consciousness, or the universe, or the cosmos… I suggest the ‘name’ isn’t important, and the connection is. The name: God can be gateway IN for some, as an understanding of love and safety and home, and for others, a gateway OUT because alot of pain and suffering has happened in the name of God, and I don’t want to pretend that isn’t true. 

And I invite you to remember that the name of God isn’t the same as an experience of God which is the divine Mystery. An experience with that mystery is the connection point where we feel met.

In this space I try to be inclusive by using language that is as broad as possible because I’m not attached to a name, I am anchoring this hour together to an experience of a God-connection. That is the pointy end of my ‘ship’ as it cuts us through the water.

And I invite you to use your ‘word’ for God, or to try on this acronym of GOD as the Good Ole I Dunno, or The Mystery if it feels safer for you,  because faith doesn’t happen in what we know, it happens in what we don’t know and yet can feel rested within.     

This is a weekly practice of our connection through the gateway of a word, or a story stone I choose through the readings of my week. That is all we do here. 

This week the story stone is promise. 

There is music: 

This week it’s a piece by Antoine Bradford called promises, and a classic  by John Denver. I have a story stones playlist on Spotify so you can find it later too. 

There is a kid’s conversation and reading:

This week we’re taking a peek at an Inuktitut story, originally held in an oral history, or library, and now in a kid’s book by Michael Arvarrluk Kusugak and Robert Munsch called A Promise is a Promise. 

There is a bible reading:

This week we’re listening into Matthew 5 – from The Message, pieces from the Sermon on the Mount. 

There is a Buddhist perspective from Pema Chodron’s book: The Wisdom of No Escape. 

And a beautiful poem by Sara Teasdale called: Since There is No Escape

All of this is crafted as an invitation and exploration of the word: promise. 

So… shall we begin. 

SOUP

Get comfortable, grab a glass of water or tea, or a bowl of soup, this soup happens to be: a blend of red pepper and tomato soup  by Pacific Foods, to which I’ve added some spinach, some cumin and for the non-veggies out there, some sausage. Yummmm yummmm yummmm….  

Let’s settle in.


I light this candle to remind us that no matter where we are, or what the story is inside our heads, or the story we are currently living, we are never alone. The mystery of our being and how we are held in this space and time, is always with us. We are loved.


INVITATION TO LISTEN:

Let the story of your morning go. It is not of this moment. Let the story of what you think this is going to be go… it is not of this moment. And let yourself be. Listen beyond the words in your head. Open up to listening to the space itself. 

MUSIC

I invite you to listen to the words of Antoine Bradford: Promises on Spotify.

The story stone we are listening into today is the word: Promise.

What is a promise?  Why do we promise things? What is the heaviness and the weightlessness of that word? What are we invited to experience within a promise?

Let’s start with something a little interesting: something kids might understand: 


FOR THE KIDS

This comes from Michael Arvaarluk Kusugak with Robert Munsch 

Kusugak is a celebrated storyteller and author who grew up in Repulse Bay, NWT which is now known as Nunavut. He grew up living a traditional Inuit lifestyle and is the author of twelve children’s books. 

This book A Promise is a Promise  is kind of a scary book, to me. It’s the story of a little girl who is warned not to go fishing between the cracks in the ice in the ocean because a creature Qallupilluit lives under the ice.

Do you think that’s true? 

So why would that story be told?  Let’s read a little?

You can listen to the whole recording of  A Promise is a Promise by Robert Munsch and Michael Kusugak from a readers theatre performance of the story here:

This is one form of a promise. If you do this…  I promise you this could happen… It’s a warning. Where does it come from? 

My favourite scene in this story is the part where Allashua is tucked in bed with her parents and getting warmed up after falling in the ice and she says… I went to the cracks in  the sea ice and her dad says: Ah, ah, not so smart. I called the Qallupilluit nasty names… and her dad says: “ah, ah, not so smart at all…’ 

There she is with frozen lips, crying and feeling pretty bad because a promise is a promise and she broke her promise: she did go to the ice on the ocean. She even challenged the promise her parents warned her about, called it names, and basically dared it to come out… doubting her parents. There she is, probably feeling really awful about what she’s done, and what do her parents do?

Take her to bed, make her some tea, hold her and say ‘ah, ah… yes,  that wasn’t so smart was it?’. As you read on in the book, they don’t lecture her. They don’t blame her. They don’t cast her away or make her feel really  bad – No… they help her, and there’s this great scene where the mom and the dad dance for Qualliliput, even invite them into their house and feed them… 

Now it’s a myth, and as in all myths, there’s always all sides of a story. The ‘darker’ sides the ‘lighter’ sides, and everything in between, and this is a story just like that. 

Life is never as simple as a one-sided promise.

This Inuit story of Qallupilluit is two-sided. It teaches us about the promise of being loved unconditionally, and the promise that there is danger out there. As the book says on the last page:

A Qallupilluq is an imaginary Inuit creature, somewhat like a troll, that lives in Hudson Bay.  It wears a woman’s parka made of loon feathers and reportedly grabs children when they come too near cracks in the ice. 

The  Inuit traditionally spend a lot of time on the sea ice, so the Qallupilluit were clearly invented as a means to help keep small children away from dangerous crevices.  

What promises make you feel like Allalusha or like her parents all tucked up in bed, safe and warm and protected together?



Here’s the thing about listening to a reading, or a story:  in the words of mythologist Dr. Martin Shaw, who says: you can’t trap a story, you can only track the. I invite you to listen… to let the words of each reading wash over you and let what is speaking to you speak… no more, no less.

READING

Empty Promises

Matthew 5 33-37 “And don’t say anything you don’t mean. This counsel is embedded deep in our traditions. You only make things worse when you lay down a smoke screen of pious talk, saying, ‘I’ll pray for you,’ and never doing it, or saying, ‘God be with you,’ and not meaning it. You don’t make your words true by embellishing them with religious lace. In making your speech sound more religious, it becomes less true. Just say ‘yes’ and ‘no.’ When you manipulate words to get your own way, you go wrong”

Love Your Enemies

Matthew 5 43-47 “You’re familiar with the old written law, ‘Love your friend,’ and its unwritten companion, ‘Hate your enemy.’ I’m challenging that. I’m telling you to love your enemies. Let them bring out the best in you, not the worst. When someone gives you a hard time, respond with the energies of prayer, for then you are working out of your true selves, your God-created selves. This is what God does. He gives his best—the sun to warm and the rain to nourish—to everyone, regardless: the good and bad, the nice and nasty. If all you do is love the lovable, do you expect a bonus? Anybody can do that. If you simply say hello to those who greet you, do you expect a medal? Any run-of-the-mill sinner does that.48 “In a word, what I’m saying is, Grow up. You’re kingdom subjects. Now live like it. Live out your God-created identity. Live generously and graciously toward others, the way God lives toward you.”


Pema Chodra’s: The Wisdom of No Escape
This next reading comes from Buddhist teacher, author, nun and mother, Pema Chodron, an American born Tibetan Buddhist and ordained nun who has written several dozen books and is a  teacher at Gampo Abbey in Nova Scotia. This excerpt comes from her very first book: The Wisdom of No Escape.

“There is a story of a woman running away from tigers. She runs and runs and the tigers are getting closer and closer. When she comes to the edge of a cliff, she sees some vines there, so she climbs down and holds on to the vines. Looking down, she sees that there are tigers below her as well. She then notices that a mouse is gnawing away at the vine to which she is clinging. She also sees a beautiful little bunch of strawberries close to her, growing out of a clump of grass. She looks up and she looks down. She looks at the mouse. Then she just takes a strawberry, puts it in her mouth, and enjoys it thoroughly. Tigers above, tigers below. This is actually the predicament that we are always in, in terms of our birth and death. Each moment is just what it is. It might be the only moment of our life; it might be the only strawberry we’ll ever eat. We could get depressed about it, or we could finally appreciate it and delight in the preciousness of every single moment of our life.”

SERMON

Creator…. God…. Universe… Mystery… As I move forward into the story of  PROMISE today, I thank you for complexity, for individuality, for the promise of acceptance, for the one-ness of us, and the place where we can all meet. 

I acknowledge the story of us that was here before we got here and the story that of us that will be here long after we’re gone.  May the words of my mouth hold your mystery well and be in service to the unfolding of the story of you in us. 

The reading from Matthew comes from Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount. Even if you’ve never read the bible,  you’ve heard about the sermon on the mount. Okay… so it’s probably a pretty big deal? 

Why?

Within the Sermon on the Mount, at the very beginning we hear the Beautitudes. Ahhh I just love that word: Beautitudes. Lots of oooooh sounds in it. And sounds matter. Just as the Om sound is considered one of the oldest vocal sounds in existence and is considered to be the original, primordial sound, or a mantra of creation. In some sacred circles, the oooh or HU sound said to lead one to transcendence—to God realization and enlightenment.

Last week we listened into the words bless or blessed and blessing which came from the beautitudes. This week we go further into the Sermon on the Mount to listen as Jesus completely changes the rules of morality as they were once known. 

He takes on the commandments and humanizes them. He digs under the narratives we have put on top of them, and instead says: listen ‘When you manipulate words to get your own way, you go wrong.’, he says: ‘You don’t make your words true by embellishing them with religious lace. In making your speech sound more religious, it becomes less true.’  And then he says, after challenging us to love our enemies, and reminding us that God (creator, source, universe) gives the sun to warm and the rain to nourish everyone, regardless: if good/bad, nice/nasy; to Grow up. Jesus says: You’re kingdom subjects. Now live like it. Live out your God-created identity. 

He takes the promise of fear which happens when we’re commanded to do something, because what usually happens after a commandment… The Or Else statement. 

Do this or else…

Going back to Allashua in A Promise is A Promise “Don’t fish through the cracks in the  ocean… or else Qallupilluit will get you”. 

Jesus takes away the fear from the commandments and instead simply says: Grow Up. You are kingdom subjects. You do not  need fear or consequences to motivate you, simply live as the God-created identity you are.

The sermon on the mount challenges the usual ‘or else’ promise and offers us a new one: ‘you are loved’, just like Allashua’s parents when they’re all tucked in bed together. 

The hardest line for me in this Matthew reading is: When you manipulate words to get your own way, you go wrong.

How many times have you had the experience of having your ‘words twisted around’, or maybe even had your ‘words used against you’, or worse had an experience where you sat in silence where only ‘part of the story’ was being told. 

Yuck right?

Okay, so I get it.  

And there are times when this happens by mistake, where the person recounting the story simply misunderstood the situation, or had their own version of events which was true for them, just not true for you. That’s the easy peasy application of this piece of scripture, especially where Jesus tells us to ‘love our enemies’. Well that’s easy if we just assume they were having a different experience, and so we’ll just give them some grace and  be done with it. But that’s not what I hear in this scripture. I hear the last line: GROW UP. Live the way God lives towards you. 

Live the way nature lives towards you.

All of these examples feel like and ick. 

So let’s take the hierarchical structure out of the God statement and see what happens.  

Live the way consciousness lives towards you.

Live the way love lives towards you. 

Does nature manipulate?

Does consciousness manipulate? 

Does the energetic frequency of love manipulate?

No.

We do. 

Because we get freaked out. We get hurt. We get angry. We get protective. We get defensive. We get offensive. We get tactical. We go unconscious with our pain and we manipulate. 

There is no faith in manipulation. 

There is no faith in control.

The only true control is faith.

For some of us it’s what we talked about last week when I offered: laying it down. For others it looks like co-creation, and group vs. individual connection or consciousness, still others, faith is a complete surrender or submission.  

None of these are wrong, or more right than the others, because  the one thing they all have in common is acting on the promise of the action of faith.

And yet most of us are Allashua, standing on the shore, ‘testing the waters’. She throws insults out to the mystical Qallupilluit to see if it comes, and when it doesn’t, she thinks, ahhhh… see…my parents’ promise was wrong. 

Their ‘or else’ was wrong. 

And don’t we do that all the time?  Oh we human beings. We are wired for short cuts aren’t we? 

Maybe I don’t have to get 8 hours of sleep.

Maybe they’re wrong and I can eat that processed… whatever.

We even head out there sometimes and search for new promises so that we can have what we want. 

You know, like those stories of “My aunt Vera lived to be 102  and she smoked and drank for her whole life…” 

We start living by the promises we acquire so we can have what we want. 

Those kinds of promises usually sound like: ‘yeah… but that doesn’t apply to me because…’

It’s a slippery slope. 

In Matthew, we are challenged, we are called, we are seen and told to grow up. Oh mannnn easier said than done.

The only promise I know for sure for sure, so it’s truly a promise I can count on is:

  1.  We are born – LIFE
  2.  We die – DEATH

So this third promise in this promise triangle that we keep hearing about, and yet testing consistently is the promise of LOVE. 

That’s the third side of the promise triangle.

The promise that we are loved.

The promise of who we feel when we live from love.  

The promise of the abundance of love. 

And yet… you can’t prove it.  

You can’t measure it. 

You can’t count on it happening. 

Unless you remember it, and build a life practice around it. 

And for this, I bring us back to Pema Chodra’s offering of: What if there is no escape? What if the only thing we know is that we live and we die. What then? 

Her story talks about the tigers above and the tigers below, and clinging to a vine which a mouse is gnawing at. She is going down. And yet she looks over and sees a beautiful bunch of strawberries. Then just takes a strawberry, puts it in her mouth, and enjoys it thoroughly. She suggests: this might be the only strawberry we’ll ever eat. We could get depressed about it, or we could appreciate it and delight in the preciousness of every single moment of our life. 

There IS no escape. 

When we grab the strawberries, not as a way to hide from the tigers, or bargain with them, or control them, or pretend they aren’t there, but simply to enjoy a strawberry… that is also as true as the tigers – we are in the moment, and in that moment, we are the parents cuddled up around Allashua saying: “yes… I see the tigers, and yes, I am here with you”. 

There is no escape. 

There is DEATH.

There is LIFE.

And there is LOVE. 

I recently had a pretty nasty experience where I felt very insignificant, crushed even. 

There were tigers above and tigers below and the only way I could find the strawberries was the whisper to myself: 

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you

And this is the practice I offer you.

Simply find a place in your day that is super insignificant, and something you do all the time, like pee… yep… pee… why? Because you do it at least 3x a day, and probably 6-8x per day. 

Here’s the radical invitation:

Every time you pee, as you’re washing your hand, I want you to look in the mirror and say to yourself: I love you, I love you, I love you.

That’s it. 

And I know it sounds weird… but that moment I had a few weeks ago where I literally felt like I was nothing… I went to the bathroom, and without even thinking about it, I said to myself: I love you, I love you, I love you. And in that moment, I came back into my body, and I found the strength I needed to take the next step.

There are three parts to the promise triangle.

I promise you are alive. 

I promise you will die. 

I promise you can love you.

I want to promise that you are loved by the mystery, by God, by the Good Ole I Dunno… and I will, but in the moments where you are drifting, one of the ways you can come back is by reminding yourself of the love you have within you. 

And you do. 

From there, the Good Ole I Dunno connection happens. 

You stay soft.

Your heart is soft.

Your thoughts are soft. 

You are the child in the adult in the wisdom.

You are growing up.

So let’s talk about the third point of the Promise Triangle, and for that, let’s listen to Sara Teasdale: an American lyric poet with a confessional style of writing. She died in 1933 and most of her work deals with love and death and the spiritual beauty of the natural world. 

This is Sara Teasdale’s poem: Since there is no Escape

Since there is no escape, since at the end

My body will be utterly destroyed,

This hand I love as I have loved a friend,

This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed;

Since there is no escape even for me

Who love life with a love too sharp to bear:

The scent of orchards in the rain, the sea

And hours alone too still and sure for prayer—

Since darkness waits for me, then all the more

Let me go down as waves sweep to the shore

In pride, and let me sing with my last breath;

In these few hours of light I lift my head;

Life is my lover—I shall leave the dead

If there is any way to baffle death.


What do you hear?

“Life is my lover… there is no way to baffle death”

And there isn’t. 

We are promised this one life, on this human plane. 

We are promised this one death, on this human plane of existence.

Is there more than what we see here?

Maybe. Probably.  

But the only promise we’ve been given is right now, in this place, by this ocean, on this earth, under this sky, with these people.

This is the only promise we’ve been given to do with how we will. 

We can be motivated by fear and the ‘or else’ statements. 

We can be motivated by love and the promise of unconditional love.

We can be motivated by no escape and the invitation of the strawberries.

What I know for sure for sure, is the promise of this one beautiful lifetime and the love we all have access to, always and forever. 

A love we can feed to ourselves:

as nourishment instead of dessert, 

as gentleness instead of armour,

as faith instead of proof…

Then a promise really is a promise, and we can be Allashua, and always come in from the cold where we are loved, held and cared for. 

And may it be so.


I will close on a song that always reminds me of my mom, who wore Chantilly perfume and one day after our mom had passed, as I was listening to this song with my sister Edna, she looked at me and said… Do you smell that? It smells like mom. 

Love knows no time, no plane of existence, no boundaries. Love is the promise. 

The song was:  

Sunshine on my shoulders 

looks so lovely

Sunshine in my eyes 

can make me cry

Sunshine on the water

looks so lovely

Sunshine 

Almost all the time

Makes me high….

MUSIC

I invite you to listen to the words of John Denver: Sunshine on my Shoulders by John Denver on Spotify.


BENEDICTION…

You are loved by the mystery.

You are held by the mystery.

And you are known by the mystery. 

Listen

Listen 

Listen  

Let no mystery confound you into the conclusion that mystery cannot be yours.….

See you next Sunday at 2pm…


This is TinaO’s Ministry of Story. She is a sacred-listener in a divisive time, cultivating safe containers for real change-based connecting and conversation. She is a Storyteller rooted in Myth, Mysticism and the Christian Tradition. To Tina, communication is a spiritual practice of listening and following the living story of us. 

Her faith is in the space between us, where two or more are gathered, her trust is in the Mystery and her practice is listening and communicating from there. 

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VIDEO – Story Stones 1 – Blessing

TRANSCRIPTION of Story Stones 1 – Blessing

Welcome to Story Stones, an hour of deep listening and learning together.

I am a storyteller, a listener, and a holder of spaces where we can connect with the Story of Us.

My work is rooted in Myth, Mysticism, and the Christian Tradition.

I’m an artist, a writer, a mom, a runner, and a poet. My faith is in the space between us where two or more are gathered, my trust is in the mystery and my practice is listening and communicating from there. 

That’s me. 

Okay… so how does this hour work?

There will be some readings, some sacred text and scripture, and poetry.

These are the pieces I’ve been praying into all week and have then crafted a message of sorts from. There will also be moments where I invite you into deep listening between you and your understanding of what I call God, or you might call the Divine, or maybe even your guidance or inner wisdom.

In some practices this is prayer or meditation, but I call it deep listening.
Let’s settle in.

GRATITUDE CANDLE

I light a gratitude story candle to remind us no matter where we are, or what the story is inside our heads, or the story we are currently living, we are never alone. The mystery of our being and how we are held in this space and time, is always with us. We are LOVED. The mystery of us is always with us.

INVITATION TO LISTEN

This is time you’ve carved out to be with you, to be with your understanding of the sacred, to be with God and the Mystery of us. Take a breath. Take a minute to drop in, close your eyes and just get here. 
Let the story of your morning go. It is not of this moment. Let the story of what you think this is going to be go, it is not of this moment. Let yourself be. 

Listen beyond the words in your head. Open up to listening to the space itself. 

MUSIC

I invite you to listen to the words of Kyle Church: SLOW DOWN on Spotify. 

The story stone we are listening into today is the word: BLESSING and BLESSED. What does it mean to be blessed? Or when we say: that’s such a blessing. What does that even mean? And how do we live that?  This is the word we are listening into today. 

FOR THE KIDS

Let’s start with something really easy, something kids might understand: 

This comes from Shel Silverstein’s book: Where the Sidewalk Ends

Shel Silverstein (September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999) was an American writer known for his cartoons, songs, and children’s books. I grew up having them read to me and I have read them to my boys. 

By playing what we’ve got…

KIDS  READING 

Hmmm…. boredom, imagination, making something out of nothing. Because the nothing is the blessing.

LISTEN

Let us LISTEN

I invite you to close your eyes and listen in to the phrase of ‘what is the nothing you feel blessed by? What does your NOTHING want to say to you today? 

Breathe and be.

Be and Breathe.

Let the story of blessed by no-thing be with you. 

What do you hear?

We’re going to move into three readings,

One from the Bible, from Matthew 5, and Psalm 15 and another from a Rumi poem. 

MATTHEW  5 1:12

You’re Blessed

5 1-2 When Jesus saw his ministry drawing huge crowds, he climbed a hillside. Those who were apprenticed to him, the committed, climbed with him. Arriving at a quiet place, he sat down and taught his climbing companions. This is what he said:

3 “You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule.

4 “You’re blessed when you feel you’ve lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you.

5 “You’re blessed when you’re content with just who you are—no more, no less. That’s the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can’t be bought.

6 “You’re blessed when you’ve worked up a good appetite for God. He’s food and drink in the best meal you’ll ever eat.

7 “You’re blessed when you care. At the moment of being ‘care-full,’ you find yourselves cared for.

8 “You’re blessed when you get your inside world—your mind and heart—put right. Then you can see God in the outside world.

9 “You’re blessed when you can show people how to cooperate instead of compete or fight. That’s when you discover who you really are, and your place in God’s family.

10 “You’re blessed when your commitment to God provokes persecution. The persecution drives you even deeper into God’s kingdom.

11-12 “Not only that—count yourselves blessed every time people put you down or throw you out or speak lies about you to discredit me. What it means is that the truth is too close for comfort and they are uncomfortable. You can be glad when that happens—give a cheer, even!—for though they don’t like it, I do! And all heaven applauds. And know that you are in good company. My prophets and witnesses have always gotten into this kind of trouble.

I love that… My prophets and witnesses have always  gotten into this kind of trouble. 

Take a moment to notice what is still with you?

What is speaking to you? What do you hear?

LISTEN.

Psalm 15

God, who gets invited

    to dinner at your place?

How do we get on your guest list?

“Walk straight,

    act right,

        tell the truth.

“Don’t hurt your friend,

    don’t blame your neighbor;

        despise the despicable.

“Keep your word even when it costs you,

    make an honest living,

        never take a bribe.

“You’ll never get

blacklisted

if you live like this.”

SERMON

Creator…. God…. Universe… Mystery…
I acknowledge the story of us that was here before we got here and the story that of us that will be here long after we’re gone. May the words of my mouth hold your hearts well and be in service to the unfolding of the story of us all.  

“You’ll never get blacklisted when you live like this”. Have you ever felt like that? Like you must be on the ‘naughty’ list. If you’ve seen Elf over the holidays you’re already laughing. But how about blacklisted? As in, the red rope of entry is closed to you, or worse, you feel like you are on the list of bad, doomed even. Or maybe you feel like you must be a target, as in a magnet for awful things. 

Have you ever felt like that? 

If you’re fortunate, you haven’t. Or maybe you’re lucky and this experience hasn’t happened to you. Maybe you’re one of the rare ones and you have no scars. But I doubt it. Because we are all blessed. 

And that’s the WORD we are listening into today:  BLESSED.  

You will notice everything I do, every story I tell, every place I invite us into, I bring what I call the double edge sword of story to it. I am most interested  in the wholeness of story, because it is where the wisdom lives. There is no wisdom in what we might call light only.

There is light…  sure! Totally! Awesome!  I Love it.  I just posted on Facebook…  Dear God… can the rain please stop?   I’ve had a few dark days this month and the rain and dreariness is kicking my ass. I love light.
But the wisdom of story doesn’t happen on one side of the sword. It happens on all three. Yes three sides.

What we might call light

What we might call dark

And then the edge between. 

In  Story listening, our invitation is to listen from the edge, so integration can happen.  

We can’t hear integration. 

We can’t hear transformative steps in a puzzle already done.  

We hear in the individual  pieces.

And today’s piece, or Story Stone is the stone of blessed.  We are blessed.

So let’s jump into this notion I just threw at you about being blacklisted, or on the naughty list, or the experience that we might be bad or something.

From Matthew we hear:  

10 “You’re blessed when your commitment to God provokes persecution. The persecution drives you even deeper into God’s kingdom.

Okay, before we go any further, since this is my first story stones episode, let’s deal with the God issue. For  those of you who balk at the word God – I get it. A lot has been done in the name of God that hurts. A lot has been done in the name of God that can’t be undone.  

Remember though: in the name of God, not as God. But then many of you don’t believe in God. Cool. I get that too. 

I don’t know who I believe in, as in holding a pronoun he, she, or they. I don’t have some big image of a person or celestial being called God in my head.

I  don’t know what I believe in, as in holding a static picture like: wind, or energy, or the ocean. I can’t say for sure what God is.

God is a mystery.

And the mystery happens in the space between us, when we connect, when we have opened our hearts a little, when we are shields down, and in that space, an experience of God or spirit as a ‘carrier’ of God happens.

Have you ever heard:  ‘where two or more are gathered…’ – That’s what I’m talking about. 

You might say then, that what I believe in for sure for sure for sure is experiences of God – because it’s happened to all of us. That deep look into someone’s eyes and there’s an unmistakable – otherworldly connection. Those moments when you’re  with someone and all the hairs on the back of your neck go up. Or those moments when you’re with nature and the beauty of the place takes your breath away, or as my dear friend Jillian Rutledge (a breath coach) says, when you are awestruck.

To me… those are the universal experiences of God. We  know exactly what they are when we have them. As to who or what is God? That’s not for me to say for you. But I believe in it. In the great unknown and the love we find in those places. So when I say God, for those of  you who are carrying pain from that word, or cognitive reasoning disbelief with that word, please hear an acronym of God as the ‘Good Ole I  Dunno” – because nobody does.   

And that’s the point. 

I think that’s the most beautiful invitation of all. To experience God and not be able to describe it. And I am devoted to that.

So back to the scripture from MATTHEW where we heard ‘You’re blessed when your commitment to God provokes persecution’. 

In a literal sense, that sounds awful. Commitment to God provokes  persecution… yikes.  Right…  kinda like marriage to some: til death do us part… you mean, I gotta die to get out of this one?

But that’s not what I hear.  I don’t hear ball and chain marriage. I don’t hear die for my faith. I don’t hear suffering for enlightenment. Or the suffering of enlightenment. I hear freedom. 

I’ve had a few dark days in my life as I know you have too. In those dark moments, when my belief in all the big things crash like:

Love and being loved: I don’t believe in anything. I am empty. I can actually convince myself that I am never going to be loved by anyone ever….

Abundance and having enough: I am convinced I will struggle forever.

God itself and being supported: I am thoroughly convinced, like I know, I am all alone here, and no one but me will get me through this… 

Or even my very existence, and mattering at all. In those times I hear in my head I was a mistake.  

Yup. I’m normal like that. I have pain too. Do you ever spiral away like that?

I do – still. Sometimes a lot. 

It usually happens when I’ve been side-swiped by a life-experience, or I’ve had a series of bad happenings occur in a row. A person can doubt herself, or slide into a mental health spiral, or worse, ride a big wave of depression. None of us are beyond that happens. It’s one of the signs we are human.

However, in those moments, as I’m positive you have had them too – we are experiencing life as we step away from God. We are forgetting the God moments of our life. 

We are empty.

We are feeling persecuted.

And what is the only way out of those things? 

All the woo woo books say the same thing. It’s not just the bible or the koran or the Buddhist Sutras or Yoga… They all say the same thing: surrender, or lay it down, or accept, or let it go.

When we lay it down, or in my story language, honour the story of the pain and the persecution, we come closer to God, because the next step, if we’ve truly laid it down and reminded ourselves: we are not the pain we are feeling, and we are . not the persecution which is happening… The next thing that happens is we rest. We have our tears, we empty our buckets and in that empty place, we rest in being blessed that we can… rest.

And we can. 

The container for that rest, for the emptying for those tears is the blessing . of God. Or the Good Ole I Dunno. The Mystery.

We are blessed. 

PRACTICE

In the moments of my greatest pain, where I am up against my deepest scarring of beliefs which are not true but feel true, I have a practice of sentences I say to myself to help me remember I am blessed. Saying them helps me rewire the circuits in my brain for those moments. 

It sounds like this: 

I won’t give  up my ___________

to ____________

because I already ___________.

For example: 

Love – as a  single person who experiences stretches of loneliness, and experiences of bad choices, and yes, rejection, I can be faced with the unloveable monster, and can experience what I call clutchy… you might call it desperate… weak… or needy…

These are also very  very very very human feels, so no judgement here. And I know when I’m in this place, I forget I am blessed, and I’m at risk of doing anything or trading something to have what might be love, but probably isn’t… You know what I’m talking about. 

So this is the phrase I use (following the example above), and I whisper it to myself over and over and over again to calm myself. 

I wont give up my SELF

to feel LOVED

because the truth is I am LOVED

(or BLESSED)

Let’s try FAITH:

This is one I used just recently, and it was really, really challenging, but nourished me and brought me closer to my understanding of God:

I  won’t give up my FAITH

to belong,

because the truth is, I already belong. 

(I am BLESSED)

How about ABUNDANCE:

And to understand this one, many a time I’ve been in a crossroads between the safety of a job, and my integrity as a child of God, and a follower of Mystery. Each of these crossroads were turning points, and catalysts of destruction and rebirth. Here are three examples:

Once upon a time my mom said to me in answer to a crumbling marriage and an impending financial disaster coming: Christina… you just need to get a job.

I remember thinking: You must not understand me.

Another time I was in a leadership tussle within an organization so I asked for guidance from a senior leader and her answer was: Tina… just do what you’re told.

I remember thinking: You must not have heard me.

And recently I was in a job I felt called to and I heard: Tina…you don’t know what you don’t know and you just can’t do that.

And I remember thinking: I’m not motivated by rules, you must not know me.
Which lead to: I love you enough to leave.

This is what I say to myself when I feel myself lean sideways, off my path, off my call, away from my knowing of being blessed.

I won’t give up my calling

to feel safe,

because the truth is, in this moment, I am safe. 

What I offer to you is to hold the understanding you are already blessed, and you can rest in that. Craft a guiding sentence which takes the persecution you are experiencing, and the sacredness you are holding within you, and cushion it with the blessing of knowing what is really true. 

I won’t give up my SELF/FAITH/SAFETY to BELONG/FEEL WANTED/FEEL SAFE – Because the truth is…. I already…. (insert the blessing of truth)

Okay… so you heard my big three ‘curses’ I tell myself sometimes. These are the three that take me out at the knees… What are yours? What takes you out? What takes you to your knees?

You know what I love about that image? It’s the universal  body position of surrender, and the invitation for prayer, or sacred time with your connection to God.

Where we lay it down.

At the end of Psalm 15  we hear:

“Keep your word even when it costs you,

    make an honest living,

        never take a bribe.

“You’ll never get

blacklisted”

Never take a bribe. That is worth repeating.

Or we go back to the words of Shel Silverstein:

And though there may be orchestras

That sound a little better

With their fancy shiny instruments

That cost an awful lot-

Hey we’re making music twice as good

By playing what we’ve got

Hold on to your sovereignty

Hold on to the blessing of you

To remember you are blessed and you’ll never get blacklisted. 

And then what happens…?

Well, now we can bring Rumi into this beautiful conversation… 

LISTEN: 

Don’t hide

The site of your face

Is a blessing

Wherever you place your foot

There rests a blessing

Look,

Every falling leaf is a blessing.

All  of nature swings in unison

Singing without tongues

Listening without ears

What a Blessing.

O Soul

The four elements are your face

Water, wind, fire, and earth

Each one is a blessing

Once the seed of faith takes root,

It cannot be blown away

Even by the strongest wind

Now that’s a blessing.

I bow to you

For  the dust of your feet

Is the crown on my head

And as I walk towards you

Every step I take is a blessing

-Rumi

Okay… so now you remember you are blessed, and you can source yourself back to that… but what about the big stuff? – right? 

You know what I’m talking about… Fires in Australia, Koalas and Kangaroos and other soft padded foot animals burning in the heat. The divisiveness on our planet right now. The fighting we saw in China this year. The innocent people, doctors who couldn’t get to student activists bleeding. The shootings in classrooms of our children. Violence, and I haven’t even begun to talk about disease. We probably don’t need to go there. We have all been touched by cancer already. Someone we know and love has struggled through it, or been claimed by it. Why? 

We’ll never truly know. 

We are not God.

We are not the Universe.

We are not the intelligence of the cosmos in this one breath, body and brain. 

We are not.  Some might disagree with me.  

So here is what I will suggest:

When we remember, truly remember and practice feeling, knowing, and choosing the understanding that we are blessed, we are developing a practice of treasuring.

And what we treasure we lovingly protect, we don’t put in harm’s way.

What we treasure we honour.

When we are in the act of treasuring, we make different choices.

The fires may still burn, but they wouldn’t be happening by the hands of us, and there wouldn’t be a global climate change due to us. 

We wouldn’t be fighting as much.  We would protect our values and beliefs differently. We would honour them, and treasure them, and in doing so, we might…. just might…. Be able to see that the person we are talking to across from us is just trying to treasure their stuff too.

Oh mannnnn it’s not like we don’t know this stuff. 

Love thy neighbour as you love yourself.

Treasure yourself, and remember they are treasuring themself too.

Remember you are blessed.

They are blessed.

This world is a blessing

And treasure it.

We are treasure.

We are gold.

We are love, belonging, and abundance, and enough, and worthy, and chosen, and and and and and… we ARE. 

We are that treasure.

We are that treasured, by God.

The Good Ole I  Dunno.

We come in that way, and we go out that way. 

We can count our blessings and begin to live as if we are them and are blessed by them: 

From Irving Berlin we hear: 

When I’m worried and I can’t sleep

I count my blessings instead of sheep

And I fall asleep counting my blessings

Now Rosemary Clooney I am not,

Yet, I am blessed just the same.  

And may it be so…

MUSIC:

I invite you to listen to the message of Irving Berlin and the gift of love that is the voice of Diana Krall as she sings: COUNT YOUR BLESSING, on Spotify. 
COUNTING YOUR BLESSING.

BENEDICTION

As you close your time with the sacred, I invite you to remember that you are loved by the mystery. You are held by the mystery. You are known by the mystery.

Let no mystery confound you into the conclusion, that mystery cannot be yours.*

Thank you for listening…

xxT

*a quote from Mark Helprin’s book: Soldier of the Great War

This is TinaO’s Ministry of Story. She is a sacred-listener in a divisive time, cultivating safe containers for real change-based connecting and conversation. She is a Storyteller rooted in Myth, Mysticism and the Christian Tradition. To Tina, communication is a spiritual practice of listening and following the living story of us.

Her faith is in the space between us, where two or more are gathered, her trust is in the Mystery and her practice is listening and communicating from there. 

If you would like to receive her weekly Story Stones Sessions in your inbox, click here to have it sent to you.

 


Can You Dream the Wrong Way?

What does dreaming actually do?

I dream, sure. I have bucket lists. I have visions of places I want to go, people I want to see, and moments I want to create. I was in a highly successful business for years where the entire motivation to grow was fueled by one catch phrase: dare to dream, so I did, and it worked. But I think I kinda did it wrong because I didn’t really want what I had.

Can you dream the wrong way?

I remember the stickiness of change in that business when things I could only dream about were starting to happen. I was travelling and staying in beautiful hotels with gifts left for me on the bed. I ate the most delicious things in five star restaurants, had fireside chats in great-rooms overlooking the desert and I was blessed to spend a week in Hawaii every year. This is what I never dreamed about but thought I was supposed to, so I did, and it happened.

It felt a lot like being in a space ship which is why I’m wrestling with the whole dreaming thing right now. I had to leave the roots of my life behind in order to ‘lift off’. I dreamt, I affirmed and I created. I remember walking down wide hotel hallways, stunningly dressed, on my way to attend another evening gala. I don’t remember feeling my feet touch the floor.

We say this about dreaming: ‘as if my feet never touched the ground’.

Today things are different yet I am living a dream for sure. Things are simpler. I live by the ocean in a beautiful home surrounded by nature. I wake up to the sound of birds and I fall asleep to the glow of the moon and stars. I am self-employed. I am blessed to make a living doing what I love. I am passionate about it. I am nourished spiritually by it. I create my schedule. My boys are healthy, happy and ridiculously funny. We eat on a long table outside on the deck in the summer and we snuggle up by the fire in the winter. This is a dream I never made a goal, though I felt my through to this experience since I was a little girl. I did not visualize this. I did not create affirmations either, I simply followed a feeling of home inside me. Sounds pretty good right? Yes, but I still think what I’m doing isn’t quite right because I can’t help but  notice how much effort it takes to keep this dream floating. I have many agreements, exchanges and structures within this dream.

We say this about dreaming: ‘there are no limits’.

As a child I would wake up to an orchestra of stories in my head. If thoughts were words, were music, were water, were warmth, were colour, that’s what I’m talking about. I woke up to inspiration all at once.  Some days I still do. I experience speckles of hope, fragments of beauty, shards of mystery and particles of fireworks in each moment. This ignites the impulses to move me forward. This is the dreaming that happens effortlessly. Unfortunately for the rest of the world, it’s just weird.

I’ve been called flighty, impulsive, frivolous, unbalanced, wild and, wait for it… a dreamer…

We say this about dreaming:  ‘a dream is a wish your heart makes’

I’m approaching 50 and as part of my #thisis50 series I am looking at a lot of things. Last Saturday I went to bed feeling quite sad and lonely. I had been moved during a film festival and had no one special to share my shards of inspiration with. But this is 50 (almost) so I didn’t go to the bar and try to meet someone. Nor did I go on a two hour walk in the dark to cry. I didn’t binge with a bag of cheesies and watch netflix, I didn’t do a lot of things I would’ve done in my 20s and 30s – not that this list is bad (no shame here), they just don’t change anything and neither does dreaming.

I went home. I felt sad. I layed in bed (kids were at their dad’s), and instead, started asking…

What do I want?

What do I see in that want?

What do I feel in that want?

How do I see me in that want?

What is this want?

All of this because earlier last week a friend told me a story about his mother asking him directly: What do you really want? -as if he could simply order it off the menu from the universe and it would be delivered. I noticed I never ask that of myself. I never ask what do you want?, because if I want something, I go get it so I rarely feel want, I just feel get instead. I think this might be the gap in dreaming I’m not doing right. This idea of asking for what I truly want feels foreign to me. I want that piece of cake or I want my son to be happy is not the same as I want to travel to New York and fall into the magic of theatre every year and get paid for it. While theatre season may mean nothing to you, to me it makes me want to laugh, cry and love at the same time, and that’s just ONE thing on my want list.

This is what I think:

A want is not a dream, but a dream without a want is just a wish. 

And that’s what Cinderella does. Remember… she’s fiction.

We say this about dreaming: Dreams don’t work unless you do.

So again, this mantra about effort, work, results and dreaming. Where is the sweet spot?

I’m three years from fifty and all I know is, it’s time to trust my kaleidescope approach to dreaming, the way I did before I knew what it was. As a child I would just see things inside first as I wanted them. I would feel things before I knew what they were, I’d follow that feeling and what I wanted appeared. I would hear words before the story arrived and solving the mystery would manifest the very thing I wanted.

I’m beginning to believe that dreaming is allowing myself to want something. Really really want something.

So from this place of really wanting, this is what I know so far:

I want to cycle in Europe, sleep in little Inns and drink wine at night. 

I want to travel to cultural birthplaces and listen to the stories that live there.   

I want to go to New York, London and drop in to Niagara annually for Theatre Season, like it’s just what I do. It’s not a trip, it’s my life. 

I want to touch spiritual symbols and listen to them.

I want a home, maybe a few. 

I want to meet as many beaches as I can. 

I want to own and drive a jeep. I know, it’s kinda cliché but I really want that. 

I want to Christmas with my family forever – as if Christmas is a verb and not a day on the calendar.

I want to swim the way I run – like my body just knows how to do it. 

I’m sure there is more, but this is the list I’m starting with. Don’t ask me about love and relationships yet. I have no idea. None. Zip. Zilch. I got nuthin’. Well, that’s not true. I’m just not ready to say them out loud yet. I’ll get there. Beauty, Love, Art, Adventure, Home, Health, and God. That’s all I know right now.

I think dreaming is wanting from the essence of how you are designed, and that’s another Story from the Core conversation.

So now it’s your turn. What do you want? 

Thanks for listening.

As we say here in Storyland, Listening is Loving. 

#thisis50

xxT

TinaO is a Writer, Story Coach, and Host of the TinaOShow, collecting and telling Stories from the Core. She’s the co-owner of The LEAP Learning Lab with Gina Best, and the other half of The Writer’s Compass with Meribeth Deen. She says: Stories are like toddlers, they will follow you around, tugging, hanging off of you until you listen to them.  TinaO is the founder of Live Your Best Story, a weekend retreat of deep listening using writing, storytelling, nature, nourishment, art and connection as a way to listen to the personal story within. The retreat is held in various locations around the world, and is always offered 3x/year in British Columbia where she lives. All are welcome.
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