My Amazing wife and I were snuggled up on the couch soaking up Netflix when two head lamps appeared in front of our home, but the moved independently. Two large and polished motorcycles rolled up in front of our house with their engines rumbling low, they stopped and their riders dismounted, putting the bikes on their stands. I peered through the window but could not make out who was riding these machines.
Two ominous appearing, leather clad individuals stepped away from the bikes and turned slowly looking toward the house. The image of the biker’s leathers from top to bottom can be intimidating when one is in comfy feminine evening attire such as fluffy jammies!
None the less, I made my way to the door, entering the enclosed porch still unaware of who had arrived and what they wanted.
I pushed open the screen door, gazing into the evening sunset as the bikers began walking toward me without speaking; the first began to remove thier helmet and instantly, I saw the big grin of one of my soul brothers. Whew, no danger, deep breath!
The other rider was a wonderful person whom I would instantly connect with and came to appreciate her more as the day’s continued beyond this brief meeting.
As I guided her through a tour of our home we chatted about many things; the inspiration for creating this space, the indoor waterfall and pond, the sky ceiling, the human mind, life coaching, the amazing 34 foot long 7 foot deep outdoor pond and beach we call our back yard and the endless possibilities of things we can create.
I gifted her one of myzenstone affirmation palm stones and we chatted more about the life skill of intentionally and consciously creating our own amazing life experience, as opposed to just letting stuff happen to us and feeling helpless to change it.
Those early childhood programs and rules that have been repeated until a personality or character is formed; the role we unwittingly adopt and play unconsciously, for many, for our whole lifetime. One of myzenstone affirmation palm stones I carry in my pocket always, is decorated with the words “I Am Free”, and I Am!
The purpose of the palm stone is to remind me of those times when ‘monkey mind’ would kick in to centre me, who I truly am, I Am Free; I intentionally and consciously repeat this message to my heart and mind, both accepting and believing it, just as they did with all those messages during my childhood, I experience more freedom and more feelings of being truly free.
Armed with her choice of stone she set off with her companion as the two big bikes rolled out into the dusk, leaving me with a wonderful warm feeling inside from their visit.
Not long after the visit, I received an envelope in the mail; what is this, a hand-written letter? Wow, a rare thing to receive anymore; what a nice gift. Then, wrapped carefully inside the letter was a palm stone made of clay and unlike any I had ever seen before; it simply read, “be brave” with a dragonfly embossed in it.
What is being brave? Simply put, it is courage. Courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to take an action, in spite of the fear and sometimes a result of the fear.
Your need for acceptance can make you invisible in this world.
Don’t let anything stand in the way of the light that shines through this form.
Risk being seen in all of your glory.
To dare to honor your own authenticity is a courageous and brave thing. In many places, podiums are still being pounded by the ignorant and unaware as they desperately cling to the last threads of the illusion of control. Even they, are being brave because of their fear of losing control.
This Week, Reset your mind to remember your true spirit of authenticity; be brave and help blaze the trail of authentic self expression for others to follow, by being your brave, authentic self simply because you can in any way you can.
I Am Brave, and so are you!
Thanks for reading Your Weekly Reset and thank you for being exactly who you are!
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