How to own the magic in your broken bits
I hope you’ve realized that the parts of you that you think are broken are also the parts that illuminate and shine – the magic and moon dust that makes you unstoppable and inspiring. The parts of you that feel driven to birth creations into the world and make shit happen, are the same parts that refuse to wear pants indoors, or won’t wear shoes ever like me because I need to stay connected to the Earth even when its frozen or “inappropriate” in some one else social standards!
BTW my amazing client Lee-Ann has a great solution for barefoot babes who hate rules, that truly makes my inner Goddess very happy – take a look at here beautiful foot adornments aka feetlets here http://www.funkyfeetlets.co.za.
….because I believe your feet need to be free, or maybe you just can’t freaking STAND being told what to do even though um, sometimes you could use someone to tell you what to do.
I was writing in my morning pages today about all the ways over the past almost 5 decades used to make me think I was too broken to fix instead of celebrating that thats how the light gets in and thought it would inspire you to share your 101 plus ways you can turn your story around and inspire someone else. So here goes in the hopes you will dig deep and get to the root cause of what has kept you suffering instead of celebrating –
After all you get it when you get and it never shows up the way you think or looks the way you think it will but at the end of all the self judgement and beating yourself up over it, the botheration, the lamentation, the red, hot and holy it is simply YOUR MAGIC. Time to sprinkle it around like seed planting and proclaim to the world I have got this! Its time to be your own magic and shine .
101 plus ways I’m NOT broken can you relate to any of these?
I routinely scoff at books I know I need to read,
like The Ultimate Guide to Making Your Retirement Make Sense
or Master Your Cravings 4 Life (4 Real This Time)
or How to Adult Like You Care About Adulting.
I love salt even though it makes me weepy
and salty liquorice even though it makes me look 6 months pregnant
and Facebook even though it gives me zombie-screen-face.
I want to save the world and blow it up. (Sometimes in the same breath.)
I love people and wish at times the Earth would tip and all the stupids would slide off so the kids could run the world because they know how to have fun and
say it like it is and never let NO stop them
I don’t watch the news because it hurts to see how lost people are in fear and anger and how dying to be free is actually killing them because they don’t stop long enough to ask Is this True?
or How can I change this?
I care more about homeless animals than homeless adults.
I’m not sure my efforts to make a difference in the world make any difference,
just like I’m not sure my writing makes any sense to anyone but me
or that my life has an ultimate
deep-down-for-real-for-real purpose other than the one I give it.
I can’t extrovert for more than an hour at a time
and would take last place in the Small Talk Olympics.
I’ve got a soft spot for all animals
and I love to have conversations with insects and rocks
and hug trees and howl at the moon with my huskies
and wish I could make the pain I feel for all living things
I routinely drink too much coffee and need to remember that coffee is medicine when taken as an enema literally saved my life many times.
I wear my pjs to the shops occasionally
and don’t brush my hair often because it does not like to frizz.
My I.Q. is embarrassingly high when compared with my credit score.
I believe cash is king and banks don’t like that and thats fine.
I suffer from seasonal affective disorder
and depression and abibliophobia —
the fear of running out of reading materials —
so I packed twelve books for my last trip and forgot I could
have made it easier on me and the poor guy who had to lift my case into the plane and just take my kindle.
There is something very satisfying about highlighting a paper page
even though i was told that was not very respectful to the books.
I routinely colour my whites in the wash because I forget to separate and
often have tissue all over my clothes because I don’t check my pockets before I throw them in the machine.
I would rather travel than spend money on just about anything else
with the exception of learning and giving back to great causes like animal sanctuaries, feeding schemes for feral cats and animal shelter, and Pachamama and Pencils for Change.
I am, officially, ‘obese’ on the medical terminology scale
and am better at showing people how brilliant they are and how to make money doing what they love than I am for myself.
I cried when I watched Avatar because my body knows dragons from past lifetimes and that as a human we need to wake up.
I avoid shopping malls and grocery shopping because all the entities hanging around want to have conversations and people give me the crazy look when I
stop and stare into space like a crazy person when I am actually telling them they don’t have to stay.
I still don’t know how to do contour makeup or like wearing any.
A 9 year old client told me just yesterday I should wear lipstick and that my hair is very grey.
She is right and I cannot wait to be totally grey and live into my wise crone.
The one time I tried to do eyebrow stencils I had a crooked eyebrow
and looked exceptionally skeptical all afternoon.
I have since had them tattooed by the creative genius Yvonne Taylor
I highly recommend her for all thing beautification
http://www.pinkpepper.co.za she is truly MAGIC and bringing the Goddess within out!.
I would rather live in a shoebox by the water than anywhere else
but for now I live a landlocked life and love that I can visit the bush and the elephants, lions and rhinos in a 60 minute drive.
Missing the ocean hurts every day which I ease with lots of splashing in an epsom salt bath..
I want to say I’m wise and beyond trying to fix myself
but really, I know there is nothing to fix and the broken
bits is truly where the magic seeps in,
and so when I make extended eye contact with kids
and we break into dance at a restaurant or stuffy church service
I can call it ‘broken’ or ‘magic’
and either label will fit, depending on where I meet my other self.
When we gather and don’t talk about the weather
or exchange recipes but discuss souls and light and dark
and you show me who you are
we can call it ‘broken’ or ‘magic’
and either will be true
and when we agree that having to feed yourself three times a day,
is really the worst,
One and the same.
So let’s be magic, forever and ever,
which means broken, forever and ever,
and let’s enjoy the way the sunshine hits your forgotten to-do list,
the way you failed at meal planning again,
and all the other ways magic has found
to weasel its way into your existence,
today and every single day.
(But really: no shopping malls or grocery stores alone.)
For more random facts about me like you care – I share more
surprisingly imperfect things about me on my new website
and if you are wondering who made my website so incredibly
beautiful and so me and want to know how she can help you get your
message into the world
contact Nicole Barratt at Alchemy
yup she is another magic maker
Her website http://www.studioalchemy.one,will be live soon,
we have been making magic some amazing offerings for you!
And let me know
What magic making capacities have you not been acknowledging?
Much love and gratitude
OMG I just love this … I laughed and laughed and laughed…
You are simply the best in every way possible… and one amazing person… actually most amazing person I am yet to meet..
I am truly blessed to have found you and have you as part of the most exciting journey of my life … you r the very first person ever to have made a difference and when I see already the difference I am so excited for the rest…
You are an angel from above and just know how grateful I am for you