It’s time. I am at the precipice. I am about to step off and commit to my new way of sharing what I am with the world.
In other words, I am creating the workshops and programs I will be teaching/facilitating.
I’ve been pretty hesitant, unsure, a little frightened even.
Because this is it. I’m making dreams come true. I’m not talking about it anymore. I’m doing it.
And I don’t want to f*#k it up.
Have you noticed when you lay it all out there, put it all on the line, how vulnerable you’ve made yourself?
Gotta be brave.
Gotta have faith.
Gotta believe in yourself.
Last night, I dreamt I was high up on the top of the roller coaster. As it was peaking and just about ready to make its dive, I fell out.
And I fell.
As I fell, I thought to myself “This is it. There’s no way I’m going to get out of this one alive.” And so I relaxed and let go. If this was the last sensation, this feeling of falling, I was ever going to experience in this body, I reasoned, then I may as well enjoy it.
And I closed my eyes, felt the wind blowing, ruffling my clothing, playing with my hair, whistling in my ears (it was a very real dream, it was.)
I thanked God for my life and felt deep sorrow I didn’t have the time to finish all the things I wanted to accomplish.
I blanked out.
And when I came to, I was lying in a cot covered in blankets.
A nurse was checking my vitals. She looked down at me and said. “You’re on the news. You should have died. Of all the places to land and from that height, you fell into a small trough of water which saved your life.”
This morning, I woke up thinking maybe it’s going to be okay. Maybe, just maybe, with a lot of divine guidance, I can make this happen.
I leave you with the first step of the 13 step Color of Woman Process– writing your intention on the canvas and creating your portal which allows the image to emerge. It’s the beginning of an inner dialogue in living color, where a painting becomes a journey of self-discovery.