I count myself lucky that I can call 2015 a wonderful year. There are years that we are happy to say goodbye to and years that just fade into the past. Mine was a melting away with kisses kind of a year. I count my blessings for not all years are that way. So, if for you, you’re in the throes of what once was and eager to welcome what can be, this tale is for you.
My nine year old asks, “What’s your New Year’s Revolution going to be?” Whatever your answer, he makes into a joke, saying it doesn’t matter what you choose because no one keeps their revolution anyway. Well, we all know what he’s talking about and funny that at age 9, he’s figured out that culturally, resolutions don’t stick but also that he doesn’t know the word resolution. Instead, it’s a revolution; think about what’s YOUR New Year’s Revolution.
I’ll tell you about my Revolution- the one that’s still going. It started within that heavy time when words like separation and divorce are the themes in your life. And when an ex-husband is threatening the core of your love by suggesting he has the power to take full custody of your children. Cruel, cruel words. I was so beat up, financially abused and at square one. Circumstances came about so that a friend simply put it, “I think this is a wake up call.” So I thought, if that’s what this is, you better believe I’m going to be awake. It seemed sort of all of the sudden, but the part of me that had been getting crushed so hard through the grief emerged and she pushed herself all the way upright. I became determined to be the mother I knew myself to be, not the one in defense and reaction to cruel words, insecurity, and ridicule. That was a day of looking at the compass, of seeing True North and knowing my direction. From every cell in my body, to my core, my heart and mind aligned, I would go forward and I would claim my place. It was a revolution. I was standing up to the power I had once loved. I was standing up to betrayal. I was standing up to a bullshit front that has only proven itself less than I had ever dreamed.
To this day, I am still revolting. My revolution is LOVE. I keep loving and believing in my dreams. I keep looking at shadows, acknowledging those dark areas, the places of cobwebs, the closet with the skeletons, honoring the unseen and the mysteries and then lifting myself up toward the light, with a smile, with a song, with a hug, an offering, a gift. I keep gathering seeds and saving them, sharing them, planting them. I keep transplanting possibilities, listening to heart songs, gathering in the comfort of children, settling into meditations of breath and a quiet inner landscape. I keep lighting candles, extending a hand and sipping from the well.
Sometimes my daughter of thirteen thinks me naive and sometimes I remind her I am not. Other times, I let her think what she will while I ponder and appreciate the innocence of things. For a revolution to work, not only does something die, go away or be made into the past, but also something new emerges and is birthed when ripe- to divine perfection, just like newborn life.
In the story where I live my revolution, I live in a culture where there is community and within this community I am not alone. I am not another single mama trying to resurrect. I AM resurrected. AND, I have my co-madres to thank. In my revolution, there is no point of being a parent alone in the world when there is a village where the children can play, where the innocence of youth truly needs a place and where Mama’s, like me, can be, without a doubt, steadfastly there because of passion and will to go a little farther, do a little more, even at the drop of a hat.
Our babies always have care. Our dishes are done faster than expected (or left aside as needed). Dinner was easier than imagined, always enough. The campfire is beautiful. The sand is a wonderful mess. You have a mustache or several pink ‘staches all the children take. The ride actually happens! Big laughs wash the air with good ‘ol Mama love!
I count my blessings. I’m thankful for all things, even those that I do not understand. I try to say thank you all day long, like one big om from morning to night. And there in the witching hour when the clock strikes midnight, are the kisses of one whose hand I’m holding. He supports my revolution and he’s making his own storm of goodness, cooking up dish after dish for the people.
Sometimes it’s hard to align our will forces within the physical constructs of the world. Sometimes we lack clarity or we unconsciously drain ourselves and lose focus. Sometimes we just need time to help us heal the wounds of post-traumatic stress or loss and grief. Whatever it is that has taken your energy and held you down, bow to it in thanks. And know that you can choose what you will stand for. If you are to stand for something, know it, name it, and without waving your flag for anyone to see, just start being it today.
Make your choice personal, private, and powerful. When we be the change we wish to see in the world, you will know, the Revolution is on!
Realizing a Revolution is hard work! Needing clarity? Come join me for a peaceful Meditation through Movement. YogaSomaChi: 4:30 Mondays @ The Sebastopol Center for the Arts