Viva la Résistance!

All week long I've had ideas about topics I'd like to write about. I had three ideas alone just driving over to the coffee shop this afternoon. And yet...

 

There's that pesky resistance, digging its heels in and crossing its arms.

 

I'm perplexed. I LIKE writing! Why avoid it? Well, let's see:

• I’m no expert - plenty of folks out there know more than I.
• I had an idea, then read about it on another blog.
• Why would talking about myself appeal to others? Seriously, how many people are reading this blog?

You get the idea. I'm sure I'm not alone in doing this - do you judge yourself into paralysis? The best way to tame my monster is to answer these questions.

 

There is so much to write about! And who's more knowledgeable than myself about fear and love, stumbling and learning? We all have expertise in that. I write about my journey through life as I peel away my layers of fear to expose, and live within, my authentic heart. I have to believe there’s some authority in that.

 

Oh man! Someone else just wrote about "my" idea - That's OK, I can take it and run with it anyway. I can use their material (with links and credit of course) to springboard my own thoughts on the subject. Sharing my love of learning includes connecting my readers with other experiences that help peel the fear away, help them live authentically. I remind myself that my input is about perception and not perfection.

 

This last one is always a tough one. Who cares? I care. I yearn to help others as much as myself. Sometimes helping myself IS helping others. Living by example - and failing and living some more by example - I hope to help others recognize their own sacred humanity as I recognize my own. Selfish? Maybe. I hope not. I find it scary, but good, right, and gratifying.

 

Finally, Gentle Reader, this is where I expose my soft, vulnerable, squirmy inner self: What do YOU get from my blog? I’d really like to read your comments on this.

Lord, thank you for courage. Thank you for friends. Thank you for the ability to self-reflect. Thank you for the hand that reaches out to grasp tightly during moments of vulnerability and uncertainty. Thank you for knowledge.

Majeeda Rosa

Who ya gonna call...

For a moment, play make-believe with me. I'll paint some hypothetical scenarios:

Your face is pressed against the side of a cliff, arms stretched taught as your weight drags each fingertip further from the edge and your feet flail for purchase on a ledge that isn’t there…

Do you ask for help?

The clock is ticking away. The classroom is stifling. You stare at the exam thinking, thinking…not thinking at all because your mind has gone blank…

Do you ask for help?

You’re at the mall and the parking lot is packed. You tap your fingers against the steering wheel, waiting for a parking spot to open up. Damn, you chipped a nail!

Do you ask for help?

I wouldn’t call these scenarios equal in desperation by any means. I’m curious, is there a threshold at which you shouldn’t ask for higher assistance? Is God bothered, like a busy parent, if you tug at his shirt too often? Do the angels have assignments with strict rules and capacity? Are some requests more worthy than others?

Hmmm…there I go thinking like a human again!

I have no idea who or what God is. I try not to impose human limitations on this higher consciousness I don’t and can’t understand. I still form opinions, of course. In my book, God and Love are synonymous and without constraint. Do I believe in angels? Yes, although again, I don’t understand who/what they are or how it all works. Angels have appeared in my life as unseen spirit guides, moments of synchronicity, and in human form during times of crisis.

Here’s a not-so-big secret: I have a parking lot angel. My husband and I kid about it, “have you been good today?” I have inordinate (not perfect) luck with very good parking spots. If I’m cranky and uptight…doesn’t happen. If I’m open and receptive, expectant even, the spot will open up right where I desire. I just have to ask.

I always say thank you. Gratitude is everything.

Remember: Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there. Just because it’s a small request, doesn’t mean it’s not worthy.

Thank you for my parking spots. And thank you for not giving them to me every time.

Majeeda Rosa