There's nothing unspiritual about feeling angry.
In other words, having human emotions does not negate your inherent spirituality. It makes you a spiritual being having a human experience.
I'm not a monk. I get pissed at the asshat driver in front of me. I'm not grateful for the lesson he just taught me about patience. I just feel pissed. And I allow myself to feel pissed. Without judgement or editing. Just me, FEELING.
I am allowed to FEEL.
And I am allowed to have those feelings simply be feelings. I don't have to attach stories to them or analyze them or fix them or even hold on to them.
I am allowed to FEEL.
It is only our judgement that makes our feelings 'bad' or 'good'. I don't have to wallow in a low vibration but I also don't have to fight it. I can ride the wave of experiences and emotions and still be a totally spiritual person.
Anger feeds my passions. Passion inflames my lower chakras. My lower chakras help me manifest like a mo-fo.
Sadness awakens my heart. Allowing the heart to feel opens it up to feel more. An open heart means I allow more light to come in. More light means more expansion.
Impatience makes my solar plexus tense. And as it clenches it spurns it onto action. Action creates movement. Movement creates flow. Flow creates everything.
Every emotion I feel feeds me in some way.
See, I am allowed to FEEL and I am spiritual because of it.
I don't know if there are any numerologists in the room but I am...I was taught numerology when I was a younger by my Grandmother. I don't do charts for people even if I often run people's numbers in my head. It's not something most people know about me. But it is something I give heed to...especially when it comes to some of the pinnacles and challenges I face as well as some of the themes for each year.
As I sit here avoiding the world, gathering my quiet energy I'm reminded that I've been in a 7 year...my Grandma and I used to both dread and look forward to that 7 year, calling it spiritual hibernation.
What a perfect 7 year I've had for learning how to actively surrender, to write my books, to shun the outside world, to say no to going to events or being interviewed.
I'm also starting to feel the dissatisfaction of hiding out in my cave. I'm looking forward to the vibration of my 8 year calling me forward into the physical abundance it brings, into the shout from the mountain tops that's coming.
How grateful that makes me for the rest I've had this year, for the slowness and solitude and quiet.
Because on the other side of that lays vibrancy and abundance and magnetism of my coming year.
I'm almost ready to detonate.
But for now I'm still hibernating.
I can't remember the last post I made on my public page.
I have no desire to come out from behind my desk.
I'm simply enjoying the sweet sounds of my soul singing to let me just BE.
So what are you moving out of and into?
We all have superpowers...but they aren't always what you think they are.
See, our superpowers are sneaky. They wear cloaks of invisibility and skulk in the shadows and are the things we don't notice in ourselves.
They are our natural state of being. Our superpowers feel like idling in neutral for us. That moment when we're not trying to BE anything but we just ARE.
Sometimes we will rip off that cloak and we'll see them for ourselves, standing in broad daylight shining like the sun. It's so obvious that they've been there our whole lives.
But for the most part they can stand right in front of us and we see right through them.
And I don't believe it's because we're not grateful that we have amazing abilities. I believe it's because it's like describing the flavor of water. It's so simple we don't even recognize it as a superpower, it's just something we do. It's just a part of us.
Nothing that deserves recognition.
in the ease and grace of who we are every day - our Clark-Kent-ness IS what makes us special superheroes.
So I dare you in the quiet moments of reflection as we close our one year and make way for the next, that you take time to destroy the lessening of the most ordinary parts of yourself, the parts you take no special notice of, and see you as you really are...Superman in disguise