E3 EMPOWER MUSINGS

Claim Energy and Ownership

To empower oneself or another is to assume ownership and responsibility for feelings, words and actions. We are so often threatened by power thieves that include people in our lives, social media and our own inner dialogue. Their actions and messages are designed to diminish energy and self-confidence, to silence our voice, to deny our feelings. Sadly, for so many, it works. We unconsciously relinquish our power and become puppets, victims, and the disenfranchised.

What if we develop an awareness of who the power thieves are in our lives, what social media messages are judgemental and detrimental to our self-acceptance, what negative stories we tell ourselves? What if we exercised our independence over these influences; took our power back?

I am sharing my experiences of finding my voice, changing my inner dialogue and empowering myself and others. I am hoping they will guide you to do the same.

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Dharma – October 25, 2023

Dharma – October 25, 2023

I signed up each week – intending to make new friends and find my posse of like-minded golfers. I’m hard wired to be playful, seek connection and treat sporting activities as a gentle mix of challenge and socialization. My joy and satisfaction in sports comes from comradery, banter, and the physical task.

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Creative Nudges – Blog Oct. 2, 2023

Creative Nudges – Blog Oct. 2, 2023

Last month my kindred spirit friend and writing coach proposed a road trip to the Berkshire Mountains of Massachusetts to attend a weekend workshop. The theme of awakening our creative energy was compelling – both of us in a chronic slump of so much to say and nothing to write. Juggling family commitments and selecting the ideal blend of comfortable and stylish outfits appropriate for the ascetic yoga retreat centre became our focus as we counted down to our seven-hour drive.
We arrived in time to join the line meandering along a stretch of metal counter containing bins of salad greens, cooked vegetables, tofu and meat. The babble of three hundred female voices against the echoing clatter of dishes in the cement walled cafeteria was reminiscent of my university days. After dinner we joined another line, this one full of eagerness to get a seat close to the front of the auditorium for the evening welcome program.
Sitting together awaiting the appearance of the two facilitators – profoundly accomplished women and pedigree writers – we discussed our yearning for a spark, a provocative experience that would catapult us back to the empty pages. My pen poised at the top of the blank lined paper in a new notebook, I was ready.
The women spoke from their experience, their hearts, their souls. They began to share their thoughts and plant the seeds of our own self discovery. They reminded me that our western culture compares and assigns value to what I can produce and what I own. It is one of material wealth and cultural poverty. My current of creative energy needs to flow, at present I am drifting. The age-old excuse of no time is feeble – I need to identify what hours of the day are best for me and claim them. These are bullet points in my notebook.
On Saturday morning the real excavation began. Fear is a familiar enemy, one that holds me hostage in toxic situations, keeps me stuck in habits and patterns that I wish were not so, and blocks me from my true nature and proclivities. We were instructed to write a letter to ourselves; Dear Gail, I am your fear, and this is what I want to tell you . . . I only put my pen down when she said that time was up. The value in this exercise was knowing that while these fears are part of my fabric, the only true barrier happens when I let them win. Then I dance with avoidance.
I am less acquainted with the notion of enchantment. Instead, likely to notice a moment of delight and pleasure after it has happened, rarely cataloguing it for future consideration. Just the process of writing a letter to myself from a mindset of joy made me smile as my pen flew across the paper. Walking in nature, writing poems, swimming, looking at the moon, being with animals, skiing in fresh snow . . . any activity that connects me with nature, animals, and my fun and creative spirit. That is my bliss.
A powerful shift occurred for me in the permission letter I was to write to myself. The letter of consent and freedom – as though my high school principal had given me a note to skip a class. In my fantasy authorizations I was granted permission to say what I need, want, and wish for, to decorate my home to match my personality rather than the design magazines, to be authentic and truthful, to take back time to write, to eat chocolate every day, to say no to activities and people that don’t nourish me, and to acknowledge that I am flawed and still loveable. Thank you.
The final and most difficult was to write a letter of unconditional love to myself. There was a whoosh of silent discomfort that landed in the room as we picked up our notebooks – the soft ambient glow now a glaring search light shining down on the empty white paper. The silence crisp and taut as our heads bent over the page. I was to address my Epic Barrier.
I read my letter out loud to the lovely stranger to my right, to my soul sister, and to myself. Each reading was less difficult than the one before. Now, days later, I am reading it again. It is what I want to believe about myself, the foundation of how I want to be in this final quarter of my life, the legacy I wish to leave. This requires that I keep this letter at my writing desk, that I read it often, and that I commit to nurture and cherish who I am. Now.

On Saturday morning the real excavation began. Fear is a familiar enemy, one that holds me hostage in toxic situations, keeps me stuck in habits and patterns that I wish were not so, and blocks me from my true nature and proclivities.

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Breathe – July 26, 2023

Breathe – July 26, 2023

I am reminded that through the practice of yoga I learn patience and the right use of my energy. Through breathwork and meditation I experience silence. I am taught that silence isn’t empty, rather it is full of answers.

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