There’s a lot of hubbub out there on the waves about following your highest yes. As I am a huge fan of both hubbub and waves, let’s DO THIS.
Bashar, the alien, says that the key to a happy life is to follow your highest excitement, period. And while I trust the advice of aliens absolutely (when is the last time an alien steered you wrong?) it’s not that practically useful.
What the hooties does that mean or really look like? In a life, so full of demands, inquiries, habits, responsibilities, not to mention ruts, grooves, and cycles, or all those people we’ve COMMITTED OUR LIVES TO, how do you find room to really follow your highest excitement?
And not just follow, but converse with, show up for, and maybe even dance a little nekkid with, all without dumping the apple cart of your beautiful life, on it’s little apple cart head?
If you were to look at your now life and tried to brain-scheme how to carve out some room for your real yes to thrive, you’d likely just lower your head in a quiet hopelessness. Perhaps you’d start to slowly slam your skull against the desk, maybe you’d establish a little quiet rhythm, who knows? The point being, and Einstein fully agrees with me here, “The mind that creates the problem cannot create the solution.” You gotta heart ping your way there.
And by heart ping, I very much mean freckle friend your way there. Here’s the story from a Player’s Way participant, from her perspective,
“I remember in my twenties I was so free. I had a ninja boyfriend and would sneak in through his roof gazebo and attack him in his bed. I traded seashells for coffee on my way to work. I’d take myself out for knitting and beer dates, alone at a bar, and feel so satisfied and easily perfect in myself, whatever I was or wasn’t doing.
One day I was taking a shower and realized I had a new freckle on my arm. I used to have 8 freckles, and I also had 8 friends at the time. When I saw that new freckle, I knew instantly that I had a new friend, and that I had to meet them as soon as possible. I leapt out of the shower, got dressed and jumped out the door and dashed down the street. I started looking everywhere, thinking “is it you? Is it you?”
I didn’t even know what I was really looking for, I just knew I had to do this. Suddenly I realized I needed to go into this convenience store/bar. I walked all around, looking, but found no one, no buzz. So I left, but walking away felt wrong, and even though I felt sure that none of the people I’d seen were it, I went back in. As soon as I entered the door a man emerged from the back and our eyes locked. We walked towards each other. He seemed like he wanted to say something, I opened my mouth to speak, totally clueless about what I would say, then he said in a rush, “I have the strangest feeling that I have to tell you something but I have no idea what it is.”
Then we just started running. He reached out and grabbed my hand so we could run better together. We were so alive. It sounds like something out of a movie when I say it. We found our way to a park and spent all day talking and making art out of the things we found on the ground and in the trees and stones.”
That friend went on to become an important player in the development of her artistic career, and hosted her first opening. There was something unique and ineffable about their connection that she could simply never have thought her way to. She had to freckle friend her way to him.
When we hear something on the earlier ping, it’s delicate, fresh and pure, like a raindrop before it’s traveled through a polluted atmosphere and dog pee snow to get to you. I’m not saying that your cluttered mind is dog pee snow, I’m implying it is but not actually saying it. The POINT is, it’s real super nice to encounter that drop in its purest form, because it’s full of the original power (and not dog pee).
If we learn how to listen and respond to those cues at that delicate, intuitive, deeply connected, deeply listening level, our whole conversation with life becomes more authentic, stronger, more flexible and the life that blooms out of that conversation reflects that authenticity, strength and verve.
When you don’t hear the pinging in the early, outer heart brain, intuitive magic listening range, it’s a little like you’re talking to someone else while you’re driving, and your GPS is sending these very fine-tuned cues, but you’re focused on the other conversation and miss the cues to turn, which, at first, are coming quickly, as the GPS quickly reroutes its suggested route to accommodate your now position, but after a time, as you continue to not listen, you get farther and farther away and the clues are less bright and further apart, all the while, the number indicating how far away you are from your destination continues to grow.
When you begin to make some durn space and willingness to clearly hear the wisdom of your highest self, turn here, now turn, here, now! The actually shape and quality of your life begins to reflect the very timely, and very unique-to-you wisdom of your highest self, lighting up the path.
You turn when it’s time to turn, you speed up when it’s time for entering the pure whoosh, and slow down when it’s time for slownness, for care, for integration and deepening. Your life begins to look like Your life, which is the deepest creative gift we have to give.
Now onto the How To Bits…
stay long listening at the listening well
Are you REALLY okay with this ________? Is it a ten? Is it ever gonna be? Are you fake yessing cuz you’re unwilling to make real room for all of you to bloom up into the wild tundra of your gorgeous life? Try this simple thing, it works for all everythings: (really) listen, and adjust accordingly. Almost nothing kills intuitive living more than pretending you’re okay off your path. Except shame.
Shame definitely is worserer.
buy dem shameproof jammies
If humans can design tents and jammies that don’t burn, we can design lives that don’t indulge in the profound confusion of feeling shameful about who we are.
Important note: if you’re doing something you feel is wrong, and you feel bad about it, good, that’s an informative clue for you to cut that shit out. Don’t do anything that makes you feel shame. High roads and all of that.
Beyond that, shame, as a response, spreads like briars and soon you’re more familiar with how to be ashamed, than how to enjoy and nourish real growth.
If you don’t have a shameproofing tool in your adventure bag, get one. EFT, the Work and rampages of appreciation for self are nice places to begin a new conversation.
be willing to be wildly, astronomically misunderstood
When following intuitive urges, sometimes shit don’t make no sense no how. You’re hunkering into some primordial ooze, following the funhouse pathways of least resistance and dancing with the Cosmic Harmonies. The mind can’t keep up, yours or theirs. Get okay with it. Breathe into the calm abiding wisdom of your heart … over and over and over again.
keep your soul eyeballs out for freckle friends, everywhere, in everything
What if connection is a thousand times easier, more fun and more meaningful than we ever imagined? What if ease and curiosity and self tenderness were all that was missing from profound shared joy?
O! The primal beauty of a brand new possibility. Smile into the possibility of renewed ease and delight infiltrating all your relationships.
Lean towards joyous, light experiences like a kitchen plant that’s plastered it’s face leaves flat to the window to souse itself in every freaking drop of light the sun has to offer.
Lean with all your weight into joy and you’re well on your way to being whiskable.
At the heart of every dream is an essence, a distilled emotion or experience we are being called to for all the reasons we are. When we say “the Universe has a better imagination than me” we’re just acknowledging how prettily we are by the lives we live, and also, beautifully limited. But Source Energy is beautifully not contained, and beautifully without limits and that lends itself to some serious perspective on how best things might shake down.
So, get a little easy about how stuff shows up. I like to aim in the direction of what is bright and stay flexy, listening and tuned in as I get closer, course correcting as I go.
Like a trash bag in a city wind, I get whisked away on the most extraordinary and bucket listy kinds of treasure days and dropped, heart first, into moments of astonishing beauty and wonderment.
kill the cat
Kill fake sureness. Kill fake okayness. Learn how to live a question and not settle for things that are not really answers. Trust your thirst. Feed your greedy, curious heart what it needs to stay lusty and quaking.
Figure out how you storm
In a hurricane, there’s a quiet center where you can stand and watch wicked witches and lost cows whizzing by and not be smacked asunder by the chaos.
Find that spot. Stay in it as the storm moves. You’ll know you’re there because you can breathe.
Linger, meander, moodle and soft shoe with life.
Stay tender, tender friend. Soft and pliant like a cloud in God’s windy hands.
p.s. if you missed part one, here it is