'Get Up One More Time Than You Fall...'
I read a book years and years ago about a man who gave up his 'stressful job', and instead created a lifestyle of working with people in coffee bars as a coach, and a mentor....
It flashed into my mind as I was reading his book... 'That's what I would like to do...'
I was enjoying my life then; working happily from my flat in Eastbourne... Going to cafes often, in between clients...
But working with people, while I was actually there...?
Even better...!
And today as I sat working with my client on Skype, in a coffee shop...
And in the sun...
I reflected on the creative potential of this life...
I also thought that it isn't just about my reality of sitting in the sun working with a client...
It's about the feeling of freedom inside me, and that through clearing away our inner restrictions, everything flows better...
Whether that means you end up working in cafes, is dependent on whether that is your vision, or whether another reality is what you would like to dream into being...!
As I set off for my run today...
I walked out into the bright sun, turned the corner from our apartment, climbed up the steps to the running track and found I was musing about dying, laden with the weight of unresolved pain...
I have often thought this thought...
Right from when I was young...
I can remember being in despair as a teen, writing in my diary when I was seventeen years old, struggling with the torment of an eating disorder, and on reflection (although strangely I was unaware of the huge effect at the time) the grief that my sister Rosy and I were experiencing at the loss of our mother...
I wrote how I didn't think I would ever be at peace until I died...
But in the next pen stroke, I wrote that I also couldn't really see how death would bring me peace, if my soul was still unresolved...
There would still be the unfinished business of healing my pain and inner struggle...
I knew then that my work was to clear away the heavy energy, the hurts and blocks to my full joy...
My mission on earth came about way back then... To learn to live in a way that when the time came to leave my body, I would be lighter, freer, my soul expressing itself 'through' my body rather than squished down by the heaviness of my stuff; my unresolvedness...
I knew then, that turning away, or boxing things wouldn't 'work'... That it wouldn't just 'go away'... And that facing everything that arose, head on, again and again and again, without getting caught up in the stories was the only way for me...
Later...
After I had finished talking on Skype, Anadi joined me for cafe con leche, and we watched the windsurfers practicing on the water below us...
Falling into the sea, and getting back onto the board; ,hauling the sail up, progressing further than before, falling again...
And getting up one more time...
I reflected on a quote I read once in a sports psychology book...
'Get up one more time than you fall'...
We all learnt this with ease when we were babies... We walked a bit, we fell down, we got up again...
We didn't beat ourselves up in any way then...
No harsh words to our baby selves...
We simply got up one more time than we fell.....
And we learnt to walk.
