How did you reach outside your comfort zone this week?
- I officially announced the Women at Rest & Play Retreat (YAY!)
- I sat at a table with flowing wine and refused the offer to drink (an uncomfortable first) then excused myself from the table when talk turned to war (can't go there, having wine present was hard enough)
- I admitted a new fear to my spiritual director (big relief)
- I participated in a group of 30 recovering alcoholics who volunteered to sit and talk 1:1 with first year medical students at the UW about our alcoholism and recovery (awesome!)
- I left comments on blogs despite the little voice that says, "Why would they care what I say?"
All week long I've felt scared, awkward and vulnerable -- a perpetual 8th grader. Maybe I'll share more about this in-between sensation and how it helps and stifles me when I actually summon the courage to let the words pour out. Ugh.
My intention this coming week is to open my mind and heart to new experiences of the everyday. In that spirit, here's a poem by Robert Bly:
Think in ways you’ve never thought before.
If the phone rings, think of it as carrying a message
Larger than anything you’ve ever heard,
Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats.
Think that someone may bring a bear to your door,
Maybe wounded and deranged; or think that a moose
Has risen out of the lake, and he’s carrying on his antlers
A child of your own whom you’ve never seen.
When someone knocks on the door, think that he’s about
To give you something large: tell you you’re forgiven,
Or that it’s not necessary to work all the time, or that it’s
Been decided that if you lie down no one will die.