This is a blog I wrote on the plan on my way home from Halifax last Saturday…
There is what I see and then there is possibility. As I look out the plane window on my trip home from Halifax, on one side I see a land mass, water, buildings, everything that is defined as I know it. On the other side I see nothing but clouds, a blank landscape, waiting for me to create whatever I want.
This is the experience I had last week, I bore witness to five women, including mySelf and Naomi the facilitator of Decloaking, discover that what we know to be real is just like looking out one side of the plane. Discovering that just because I ‘know’ one thing does not mean something else does not exist. However, unless I am willing and able to ‘see’ something different I never will. Unless I am willing to open mySelf to another possibility all I can know is what I think I know. It’s not good, bad, right or wrong, it’s just what it is for me in this moment. Until I awaken to the possibility of something different how can I know I have a different choice.
Am I willing to consider the possibilities? Am I willing to know there are things I don’t know I don’t know? Can I allow mySelf to ‘see’ through a different lens? I know what I know, am I willing to consider what I don’t know I don’t know?
I know there is more… I know I have knowledge within me waiting to be discovered. Am I willing to go there? Can I imagine mySelf living with no limitations? It’s right there in front of me waiting for me to claim it. To be it. I can no longer deny the intensity that sits within me. I know what I know… that it’s easy… until I say it’s complicated, and then it becomes complicated.
Seeing two different worlds existing at the same time, one that I call ‘real’, one that I call ‘possibility’ and just because I label it possibility does not make it not real. I’ve been saying these words for a long time, “There is no good bad, right or wrong.” and I’m only just getting it, “there is no good bad right or wrong, there is only this moment, right here, right now. What am I choosing to see? What is real? OR What is possible? For me reality becomes a box, possibility is endless, border less, boundless, free.
As I watched the sunset from my window I ‘know’ it’s not gone, it’s just the beginning of someone’s day, somewhere else, at the same time that my day is ending here. Both real, both true, both enabling possibilities if that is what I choose.
The snow fills the cracks and crevices I would never have seen otherwise, does that mean they are not there? No. All it means is it’s just out of my awareness until the moment it’s in my awareness.
Louise LeBrun says
It is soooooo simple in its cornucopia of delicious complexity! Just because it’s simple doesn’t mean that it can’t also be – in the exact same moment! – provocative and exciting and enlivening!
It’s Life living itself – and it takes my breath away!
Thanks for reminding me of just how magical it all is.