An acceptance of wings. Wow.
This phrase has not only stayed with me, but taken on wings of its own. Bear with me.
A year or so ago, I listened with sorrow as a friend was offered a fabulous opportunity, and she turned it down saying, "I am just not ready." Perhaps my sorrow came from knowing that in a sense, I too may have kept too much of what I love at arm's length, thinking I am not ready, worthy, whatever.
But I have this funny feeling that 2018 is one of those years where it simply will not be possible to sit on the fence any more. It is some kind of portal. If we have been sitting on one side of the threshold, weighed down by emotion (grief, resentment, pain), possessions, illness, too many responsibilities, or a sense of powerlessness, I think we have these early months of the year to try to identify and focus on a situation we would love ever so much more. This isn't about selfishness, but about our Source needing as many people in places of greatest loving productivity as possible, to benefit the whole planet.
Yes, as the year unfolds, I think many of us will have once-in-a-lifetime opportunities. We will be presented with "wings." What form will they take? Maybe a gift. Maybe a moment of forgiveness and grace. Maybe an offer on the house or a golden parachute retirement package. Maybe a one-way ticket or an unexpected vacation or a miracle cure or a serendipitous meeting or career opening.
And in that moment, will we immediately accept these wings? Are we ready to really fly, to really thrive, and give the world the benefit of our true selves? Or will we hesitate and say, "sorry, I am just not ready"?
An acceptance of wings. Thank you, Elizabeth Chadwick. What a great, great phrase.
