Woman's nursing corset from 1890
In a writing class on June 6, 2009, I was asked to respond to this question in a stream of consciousness manner-
In what way is your world so cramped
God can barely squeeze in?
First I wrote “soul” above “world”. Both applied to me, but Soul takes precedence in my mind. Then I followed with-
“My left brain is planning
I am on the computer so much
I’m not getting out to nature
I’m not exercising and walking regularly
I’m not playing music as often
My soul is yearning for
space to breath
yelling to be heard
aching for attention
Today My Dear Soul, is your day
you can lead
You can breath fully
You are the center of my attention
The courage to write my personal thoughts on living in Source as much of the time as possible is a soul-calling. I want to step-out and take this co-created divine responsibility, but the fear in me, it seems, is greater.
I feel vulnerable, that I won’t be good enough, and that my lack of authentic consciousness will be evident. Big gaping holes or explanations that don’t apply or make sense will fill the blog page.
I want to be Change, come from my heart to allow me to change and step into, seek and compile this co-created next step into my power, my contribution, my divine part, my place, it’s needed as part of the whole.”
Today, Jan. 27, 2009 I took a step out of my comfort zone by posting this. It is a signal to me as the start of blogging my thoughts here, not just in my journal, regardless of the fear it brings up for me to do so.
Prompt- What would you write to answer that question- In what way is your world so cramped God can barely squeeze in? Try the stream of consciousness writing first. This is a free flow of writing whatever comes up for you. Then take a new sheet of paper and write with conscious intention what you think about what came up in the first writing?
I hope you will find a lost or fearful part of yourself as I did. Why not leave a comment to broadcast your new intention as I have done by blogging this post today.
Just the question I need to ask myself. Thank you.
PS the antique corset illustration is wonderful. How perfect for it to be a nursing corset. How could she give milk to her baby when she was so constricted? Just like we try to give from a cramped state. No wonder we find ourselves cross and frustrated with our efforts.
Thank you Judy- your explanation of the picture I chose is right on. We “nurse” others but not ourselves is another way of looking at it. How can we possibly give all we have to give if we are pinched into a role of expectations, a corset or cage.
Stopped in briefly to poke around your site. Lovin’ it! You’ve been busy.
And because it might be lame for me to just leave my comment at that, I’ll carry this through and make a real comment. :)
I think I’m nearly to that point where I am ready to lift my head and breathe. Since we met, I’ve been hunkered-down and focused, with lots of hours as creativity poured through me and I built things. Even though I wasn’t ‘balanced’ in my life, it was still very energizing and thrilling. I was eager and *wanted* to work because I had so much I wanted to create. Even though my life was “crammed with work” it was still God-filled. No one else would likely see it that way — but I was having fun!
Now this month, I’m almost to that point (not quite, but almost) where I want to ease off of it … go back out into nature … maybe even exercise, as you mention.
But for many long months, inspiration was pouring through me as I created new things. That was OK for me then. But soon, I’ll get to that point where I’ll want to add more variety in my life.
Hence the adage, I suppose, “To every thing, there is a season.”