Prelude to the Call

After a period of soul searching and feeling the call to move forward on my path, I have at last come to identify myself as a writer. Am I a real writer? I have asked myself this longstanding question many times. Well, my simple answer is: I write – end of story.

So then, what do I like to write? Metaphysics, spirituality, children’s books, journaling, dream journaling, and about our daily experiences. My passion is in recovering the self and living on our own terms, exploring the meaning of our lives – and I love to write about it.

Need for self-actualization

Since I was a young girl I have seen a vast need in our society for self-actualization. I wasn’t aware of these terms at my tender age of seven, but I knew that something was amiss with the way we were living. I’m not sure where that came from; I just knew at that time that it was a prevalent issue. Despite my desire to live as I chose and to not succumb to the pressures of society, I developed the belief of a faulty self, and believed there was something wrong with me.

What a common conundrum.

I am astonished at the number of people around the globe who are feeling deeply lonely and isolated. This feeling of disconnect has become an epidemic in such grand proportion that many of our dis-eases are caused on a large part by loneliness – that feeling of emptiness and loss of connection and meaning in our lives. I think we have lost much of the awareness of who we really are and how we want to live. I and many others are questioning the gist of personal authenticity.

Self-acceptance

It wasn’t until later in life with my life experiences, healing, self-reflection, and observing others with more clarity that I finally came to realize and accept that there was nothing wrong with me. I knew that if I couldn’t connect with the people I was with, it was because we were on different paths or not accepting each other for who we were. I realized that I was far lonelier with people I felt little or no connection, than being alone. I also came to know that I no longer needed to be accepted by others. I felt I had come into my own, feeling more comfortable in my own skin and having a stronger sense of being me.

I am a pilgrim on the pilgrimage of my life path. It has been a long journey that is still in Progress – quite a ride with ebbs and flows – with coming to realize that I am enough just the way I am, and then to just enjoy the ride. I need to accept all of myself, my shadow (a subject I will get into later on) and all, especially through the dark times that are particularly difficult. When the darkness does descend, leaving me heavy and stumbling around, I know that this passage will leave me somehow transformed once the fog clears and reveals hidden treasures.

The re-construction of ourselves is ongoing and to take time for ourselves to become more self-aware and self-accepting is the greatest gift we can give ourselves. To be a true friend to ourselves is in learning to love and to be more compassionate with ourselves. To feel the connection with our own soul through the light and the dark, the loneliness becomes aloneness, and that is … sweet solitude.

Joyful journeying.