I am an introspective detective.
I have lived so much of my life in my own head, forever following interesting threads of my intangible self. My MIND, thoughts and emotions. My CENTRE. My I.Q. Where each of these begins and ends I could not tell you, but I know they are the greater me, the overarching me, contained within my physical body, yet connected to all. It is this mind-bending abstraction that compels me to delve deep, nourish and discover myself, and therefore the Universe. This kooky adventure could very well have lead me down the rabbit hole, lost in the maze of my own mind.
You see, I am the archetypal monkey-mind, thoughts racing and colliding like an overexcited kindergarten class. I am an indigo child, my emotional landscape so sublimely treacherous, vulnerable to the slightest energetic shift. I am spirited, clumsily clamouring for meaning, truth, enlightenment, equanimous poise. And I am overzealously academic, aching to absorb and consolidate knowledge; the sole source of my frustration being the things I-do-not-know.
Cobbling together these natural tendencies inside one girl seemed at times like a cosmic prank, for I invariably existed in an anxious frenzy for years. So tightly wound, so frantically seeking that gemstone of truth that would let me see my purpose, my passion. So delighted by the world I could not let any opportunity escape, so intent on pinning-down colour-coding and labeling all the parts of myself.
I imagined at the end of this search, I would be ‘done’.
I would figure myself and everything out, and the puzzle pieces of my life would arrange themselves neatly in place. I would be elegant, my hair would be perfect, I would be well read, I would have an extremely important job, a doting husband, charming children, a home, a summer home, perhaps I would play tennis. Most importantly, my mind would be clear, my thoughts and emotions neat and tidy, and my intellect honed.
Thank goodness the journey did not end like this.
Nor at all. Far from finding that one magic key, I committed day-by-day to cultivating mindfulness and learning to Live Lightly. As I created space in the various spheres of my life, I started to experience little vignettes of stillness in my thoughts, emotions, spirit, and intellect. This has granted me glimpses of clarity, serenity, focus and delight, which up until recently, I could not even have imagined.
I am pouring every drop of this into Live Lightly, because living with Luxurious Simplicity is allowing me to gently align my intangible self in the most beautiful way, and I am so excited to be able to share it.
What is MIND Lightly?
Live Lightly. Simplicity.
I am learning to communicate and distill my experience through Live Lightly. I really want to be concise.
I love sharing my stories. Each story has the same theme. A part of me is super cluttered. My mind for example, chock-a-block full of limiting beliefs, negative self-talk, stagnant emotion, weird unquestioned associations, cu-razy assumptions ecetera. I learn to strip away the layers. I release something I no longer need. This is the hard part. However in doing so, I create space and lightness for another part of me to shine.
No ‘The End’. Sorry. It is an ongoing process. Not easy. Always beautiful. Worth it.
At least I think so. Because I wake up in the mornings, quietly filled with ridiculous excitement. And the quiet part is incredible, because I now carry with me, more moments than not, a strong CENTRE and a quiet MIND.
And that feels so Luxurious to me.
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Do you have a monkey-mind? Are you and indigo-child? An academic? A spritual seeker? I would love to hear about your journey.