by Mary Cook
Sometimes I tell myself stories about how difficult something is going to be as a strategy for putting off doing anything about it.
One day I decided to ask myself for help through a meditation. I called upon the Divine Mother (the symbol of my deepest wisdom), waited for a couple of minutes in silence, and then heard her response.
This is what happened:
This was not what I wanted to hear. It was obvious that I had to do some work instead of complain. In an effort to follow up on the insight the meditation had given me, I tried to rein in my fears and to keep a collaborative, open attitude instead of telling myself stories that would reinforce old reactions.
The project we have undertaken is still unfolding. The end isn't in sight, but I feel better and I think my sister does too, since we are taking steps toward our goal and learning to appreciate each other more.
I have learned a lot in the process.
Whenever I meet my own fears and open myself to the process, I feel freer, and sometimes the unexpected happens-as when I was walking along the beach last year and came across a grand piano on the sand.