Posts Tagged ‘surrender’

Owning Emotions: The Compulsion to Comfort

Friday, March 12th, 2010

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Who doesn’t love a good cry?

Turns out a lot of people don’t. Of course, there are safe spaces where we can own our tears … workshops, retreats, support groups, the Pink Posse. But there is still much of the world where the sight of someone crying will send an entire room into a silent panic.

You’ve been there. You’re sitting at a meeting table at work, or standing in line at a store, or hanging out at home. You are fatigued, frustrated, moved, or overwhelmed. You surrender to your emotions. Tears begin to flow.

Suddenly, everyone else in the room stops breathing. They look away. Talk amongst themselves. Pretend it’s not happening. Or worse yet …

They tell you to stop.

“Don’t cry,” they say, out of a desire to comfort and support you. And as loving as the gesture may be, it is not about you feeling better … it’s about them feeling better. Your tears make them uncomfortable. Stop. They say. Don’t cry.

Why? What is it about crying that freaks people out? Where in our evolution did it stop being okay to have our feelings? These of course are rhetorical questions, age-old and contemplated and theorized to death. And really, the “why” isn’t important. What is important is to own our feelings, and make it okay for others to own theirs.

Aliveness ≠ joy

One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned over the past year is that being fully alive doesn’t mean being happy all the time. To be human is to have the full gambit of experiences and emotions. Kind of like the seasons, cycling through times that are more challenging to get to the bright spots makes life richer and, dare I say, a bit more fun.

Plus, the only way past any experience is through it – not around it. If we stifle tears, rage, grief, sorrow, or even joy – it’s going to lurk, distract us, even make us sick – until we acknowledge and HAVE the emotion. If we grew up this way (many of us did), there is so much stored in our bodies and psyches, affecting us in ways of which we’re not even aware. How much easier would this be if we simply gave ourselves and others permission to let out whatever’s going to come anyway?

Holding space

As part of our commitment to seeing each other with magical eyes, next time you’re in the company of someone who’s having some emotion – no matter where or when or how “appropriate” or not it is – I invite you to simply hold space for them. Don’t try to comfort them, tell them it will be okay, suggest that they stop crying, or even pass them a tissue. But don’t turn away or pretend like it’s not happening, either. Simply be there. Depending on who it is, a hug might be welcome, or a held hand. Let your intuition tell you what is needed.

How does that feel, Pinkies, to know that it’s actually not your responsibility to make anyone feel “better?” That being the kind and loving spirit you already are is enough – more than enough? How much more space might you hold, knowing that you don’t have to manically run around inside that space trying to make everything okay?

Letting you do your thing (and loving you all the more for it),
Joy

Miracles Abound- A Reminder To Ask the Universe For What You Need

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

Really. Just ask. Ask for what you need. You’ll never believe this … or maybe you will. Yesterday, I was inspired to post about money because, frankly, we need it right now. After taking a leap of faith and quitting my fancy six-figure doctor job salary three years ago, we’ve been putting sweat equity into our lives- lots of sweat, little short term return (with big long term dreams). But right now, we need to pay the rent. So Pink editor-in-chief Joy and I were doing what we do often- pondering what we need and practicing saying it out loud, witnessed by each other and the Universe.

Ask For What You Need- Say It Out Loud to Someone You Trust

I said, “I need help paying the bills so I can allow Owning Pink to grow.” Then I wrote a post about Owning Abundance, releasing our financial fears, and trusting in the Universe. Joy edited the post, drafted it on the site, and I went in- with a smidgen of hesitation at putting it all out there so openly- and clicked “Publish post.”

Signs From the Universe

Two minutes later, I went on Twitter to tweet the link. And I found a barrage of tweets saying “Check this out @lissarankin! Forbes listed you on the 20 Inspiring Women to Follow on Twitter!” Uh…gulp. I mean, seriously. I had just published my first ever Owning Pink post about money and uh….Forbes? Seriously? I tiptoed around the house looking for lightning rods, Red Seas, and burning bushes.

Ten minutes later, I walked outside and discovered a ginormous rainbow, cascading from one West Marin mountainside to another. A brilliant, sparkly, vibrant bright red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple rainbow. And what lies at the end of a rainbow? You guessed it…the pot of gold. Okay, God. Deep bow. I’m listening.

The Purple Kangaroo

A few months back, Joy and I were talking about this very thing, when Joy piped up, “Damn, girl. You’re this close to just being able to ask for what you need and have it appear right in front of you. Just do it. Say ‘Purple Kangaroo.’” I

I giggled, and said, “Purple kangaroo.” And then a deer appeared right at my window, staring in at me with big doe eyes.

Joy said, “But it’s wearing a purple hat, right? Eating purple flowers?”

Okay, so the purple kangaroo didn’t show up right away. But for Christmas, Joy gave me- you guessed it- a plush purple kangaroo. So I told Dana the story, and last month, Dana was meditating and frustrated, so her guides took her to a magic place and told her to ask for anything. She came up with the purple kangaroo (to her surprise). She set an intention to draw to her the purple kangaroo. A week later, in a business meeting having nothing to do with Owning Pink, a friend gave her a toilet calendar and in it was a purple kangaroo on the month of September.

Sebastian Murphy, the Owning Pink mascot

Sebastian Murphy, the Owning Pink mascot

This little purple kangaroo we’ve now named Sebastian Murphy is a sign and a symbol that we can achieve ANYTHING with Owning Pink. Anything we can imagine we can bring into being on this earth. Our magical eyes, our belief that the angels are here to help us achieve our highest good and the highest good for the whole planet through Owning Pink is absolutely one hundred percent TRUE. It’s already here, living in everyone’s heart on the earth. We just have to BE the beings to SEE it and to help others SEE it so they can FEEL it so they will BELIEVE it. And once they believe it, they will BE it, too.  Our purple kangaroo is tangible proof that WE can bring this reality to the earth plane and plant a little pink spark in everyone we SEE.

We Don’t Need to be Superheroes

Don’t you get it, Pinkies? We don’t need to carry the burden of our lives.  We don’t need to plan and scheme and plod through life, carrying the weight of the world on our shoulders. We need not worry, feel anxious, fret, or otherwise stress out about the challenges in our lives. We don’t need to save the world- or even ourselves. We can take off our red capes and spandex jumpsuits. We don’t have to be superheroes. We can just be ourselves and surrender everything to a greater Superpower. The magic ticket to peace? Letting it all go. Saying it out loud. Turning it over to the Universe. And then trusting the flow of whatever happens next.

It’s Not Just Me

I can hear you Pinkies grumbling. It’s just you, Lissa. I ask for what I need and I never get Signs. I surrender to the Universe but the Universe doesn’t listen. I take Pleaps (Pink leaps of faith) but I fall flat on my face. You’re special, Lissa. You’ve been chosen. These things don’t happen to regular folks.

I hear you. I SEE you. I understand. And, with all due respect, I lovingly say, “Bullshit!” Trust me, Pinkies. It’s not just me. YOU are special. It DOES happen every day. You DO get Signs. Miracles happen when you see the world with Magical Eyes. It’s so much easier than you think. It’s not something you do. It’s something you UNdo.  It’s something you BE. And it’s available to every single one of you.

Trusting the Universe

I promise I won’t get all fundy on you here, Pinkies. I’m not going to jump on my podium, start singing Hail Marys, or threaten the end of days.  But I’m not shy about saying that I believe a Higher Power is at work in my life- and in yours. Wherever you’re at on your spiritual journey, I honor you and I respect your beliefs. But I can’t just sit back and act like these things are coincidences. When you see miracles happen, you just can’t help it. You want to shout it from the rooftops and make sure everyone knows WE ARE NOT ALONE. There is purpose in the Universe.  It is yours for the owning. And all you need to do is surrender to it.

What’s your purpose, Pinkies? Do you see the signs? Have you had magical experiences with the Universe? Tell us your miracles….

Seeing purple kangaroos everywhere,

Lissa

Owning Where You Are: The Awkward, Clunky In-Between

Thursday, January 28th, 2010

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Hi Pinkies, Joy here, going through yet another profound inner transformation. (Seriously, Joy? Again? I know, it’s one of about a jillion since this time last year). Not surprisingly, I’m not feeling like myself at the moment. That’s because I’m not – at least, not the self I knew last week.  I’m becoming something else, someone new, but I’m not there yet either. I’m in, if you will, personality purgatory.

A teacher likened such moments to a lobster going out into the world without a shell. That’s exactly how it feels. I’m raw, reeling, and gun-shy. I recoil at advances made, advice given, and concern expressed – no matter how well-intentioned or loving. My own capacity for patience, empathy, and love is at an all-time low.

“Handling” times like this

If this hadn’t already happened to me several times before – and if I hadn’t witnessed it in countless others – I’d be wondering what’s “wrong” with me right now. Wondering what “happened.” I’d be concerned about what this means for my relationships: why am I suddenly unable to stand so-and-so, when he’s never bothered me in the past? I’d be in full-on freak-out mode about my whole life having to change, and would be spinning my wheels trying to “plan” for the next phase even though I am completely without energy to affect anything.

Fortunately, I HAVE seen this happen before, and I’m finally able to recognize it for what it is: the in-between. The time following a discovery so emotional that it’s left me unable to do much but feel (in a way that has nothing to do with logic). I haven’t fleshed out a vision of the future me, but don’t quite fit into my old outfit. There is no reference point. Nothing to grab and hang onto. I’m in the void.

And it really is okay

Yes, to the outside world I may appear an exhausted, sluggish, bleary-eyed, useless, snippy nightmare. People might worry – ask themselves the questions I used to ask myself: “what happened?” “What’s wrong?”  But this time I know what’s up, and I’m doing a little jig inside my sallow skin because I know what’s on the way. For now, though, all I can do is sit in the yuck, be kind to myself, protect myself as best I can from the energetic onslaughts, sleep, eat, bathe every now and then(!), and make my way through my days as best I know how.

It won’t happen overnight

It could be that I wake up one of these days wearing my new skin like a flashy sequin jumpsuit, hop out of bed and back onto the stage of life to give my best performance yet.  Most likely, though, it will happen in stages. Like Bambi when he was first learning to walk, there will be a lot of rather dramatic listing, stumbling, and going kersplat, legs splayed in all directions. It will be awkward as hell. But with the support of my peeps (who I know will hang in no matter how “weird” I act – because they have every other time), I’ll be leaping and frolicking and wondering what the heck was so hard about that anyway.

Where Are YOU?

Anyway, Pinkies, I invite you to take stock of where you might be right now. Sometimes we find ourselves in the middle of transitions we didn’t even know were happening. But there are always signs to clue us in – feelings of intolerance, impatience, even a little despair. Know that it’s all fine, and that the only thing to do in these moments is own where you are. Take the day off. Stop what you’re doing and climb in the bath. Sit with your fears. Ask for what you need. And most importantly, don’t try to figure it out right now. No amount of motivation or goal-setting is going to speed you into a place of spiritual newness. Surrender, allow, and know that we’re all here for you. Thank you for being here for me.

Face plant,
Joy

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Owning Utter Release: My Watsu Experience at Harbin

Sunday, December 27th, 2009

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This is one of a series of posts I wrote during my retreat at Harbin Hot Springs in early December. I just wanted to share it with you.

I am at Harbin, the birthplace of Watsu (water shiatsu) and it seems criminal not to experience this delicious and unique type of body work- but I am scarred. I received Watsu once before, when I was newly postpartum and my father had just died. It was, at once, one of the best and worst experiences of my life. On one level, it was completely nurturing to be held in the arms of a trusted practitioner, while she swirled me through warm water and held me close in a womb-like environment. I felt so tended and loved that I sobbed through my journey.  On another level, I got so motion sick that I wanted to puke- and I don’t do nausea well. After just completing a pregnancy, my threshold was low, and I dreaded having that feeling again.

Nonetheless, I am here at Harbin, where Watsu was conceived, and I feel like I must try it again. It’s been almost four years. Perhaps it will be different this time. And so I agree to do it. My friend & Mojo Mentor Tricia Barrett is gifting me this experience, and she has chosen Nico, a Watsu provider who has nurtured her before. I am open.

As we begin, Nico puts floats around my ankles and cradles me under my arms, so that I’m floating, eyes closed, in the warm mineral springs both. With my face above the water, he spins and swirls me in gentle circles, as my spine undulates under water. Using his hands, he presses on acupressure points, while the rest of me floats, weightless, in the womb-like pool.

To really experience Watsu, you must surrender completely. You must release control of your muscles and trust your practitioner. It feels quite vulnerable. Not only did I have to let go of my muscles, but I also had to surrender my inhibitions, as we were both naked in a pool.  I’ve never been held by a naked man who was not my lover, but his gentle presence and the sacred space he created allowed me to let go. It is- as much as anything else- an exercise in release- releasing tension, releasing fear, releasing what no longer serves you.

After an hour of nurturing Watsu, I am invited to apply a noseplug and begin a water dance with Nico. When he taps me three times, it’s my signal to hold my breath, so he can take me underwater and help me surrender even further. I am undulating like a dolphin. I am curled in the fetal position and rolled underwater. I am rocked and held- and suddenly, I am transported into an altered state where Nico becomes my father, who passed away nearly four years ago, just before my first Watsu experience.

I don’t remember ever being held in the naked arms of my father, but I’m sure it happened at some time in infancy. Now, the forty-year-old me is held by the angel of my father, and I am rocked, held against his chest so that the chest hair tickles my cheek. The tears begin to flow. I have missed my father so much. It is so lovely to have him back. He floats me around the pool, guiding me safely through the underwater world that has always frightened me but doesn’t now. I feel disoriented, weightless and unanchored, but I don’t care. I am safe with my father, and I know he will protect me.

When the movement is finished, he holds me into a ball and gently presses my back against the back of the pool. Slowly, he guides one foot onto the floor of the pool, then the other- and for the first time in an hour and a half, I am standing on my own two feet, but I am still held.  Then a hand touches my chest, pushing me gently away, and the sobs come. “No, Daddy. Don’t go. Please don’t leave me again. Please, won’t you stay?”

But the hand releases, and I am alone standing in a warm pool as the spirit of my father says, “You don’t need me to hold you anymore. I am always with you. You are never alone. You must stand on your own two feet and navigate this world by yourself. You carry inside of you half of my DNA and all of my strength and courage. You need not cling to the past. You may move into your power without me in the physical realm. I am so proud of you and all you’re doing.”

And then he is gone. And I can’t stop crying.

When I open my eyes, I am alone in the pool, free to cry without restriction, to let it all go, to surrender to the wave of sadness and loneliness, to relish the moment of having my father back with me, to feel my body in it’s jelly-like state, to BE.

And then Nico is back, and we hug. And I am moving forward in my life. This powerful healing is opening something within, something hard to define in words. But it is freeing, a liberation of the soul, an awakening of the heart, an invitation to fully experience what’s next, knowing that my father is with me always.

Still floating,

Lissa


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Owning Change: This Too Shall Pass

Wednesday, December 9th, 2009

butterflyHold on to your hats, Pinkies – our Lovemuffin Extraordinaire, Megan Monique is back for yet another round of helping us embrace our unpleasant emotions and transition them into a healthy expression of progression and acceptance. Enjoy indulging in the wisdom of a Lovemuffin.

Embracing Uncertainty

I sat down this evening to get some writing done. Uncertain about what would spill out onto my blank canvas, I decided to look through some old pictures on my computer and reorganize them. As I went through each folder of old boyfriends, friends and familiar but distant places, it became clear to me that the transition stage I am in right now is no different than where I was at just a couple of years ago.

Yes I am in a new city, have new friends, a different boyfriend, and my outlook on life and its events has been tweaked and matured a bit. But the emotions I am experiencing – the uncertainty, and being scared to move forward into the unknown – are just the same. This really got me thinking.

Moving out of the space I am in, detaching myself from what is comfortable and familiar, is difficult. Questions arise in my mind: am I leaving something that I will never find again? Am I making the wrong choice? Will I be happy in the new circumstances? And of course the familiar phrase, “the grass isn’t always greener on the other side” is stuck in my head as well, swirling around me like a black hole waiting to suck me in.

On the other hand, what will it cost me to stay where I am cozy and push aside this strong inner craving for more than I have right now? Am I selfish for wanting more, when I already have it so good? When I am old and grey, will I look back on this moment and wish that I had just taken the chance to discover a new world of adventure?

To Each Our Own

Every step we take – every thought, every action, every word – is a new beginning for us. There is no wrong choice, just different ones. We have but one chance to live in this space and in this time, how selfish would we be if we didn’t make the most of it and push ourselves to our limits, if only to find out what they are?

I can remember leaving my previous situations. Trying to explain why I was leaving and endeavoring to make other people understand was perhaps the worst part of the experience. This is a battle I refuse to fight again. The truth is that we each walk our own paths and live in our own shoes. Only we can comprehend what it is that we are going through, and where our own hearts are leading us.

Gratefully accept support from those who offer it, and for those who don’t, well, just remember that while it may hurt not have the support of our loved ones, it is not necessary to move forward. You might consider asking why it is so important that you have their approval, how is it serving you (it might not be at all).

So What Now?

What matters most is that you are comfortable with you choices, with your path and with your actions. There are no other Pinkies that are in your body on a daily, moment-to-moment basis. Our inner Pink Gods/Goddesses whisper into our ears for only us to hear. We just have to listen and choose to act.

As I embark on this next journey, I will remember that I am following my heart each step of the way. The adventure is worth the physical and emotional challenges. I will come out stronger on the other side, and this too shall pass.

What Action Will You Take?

Embracing change and uncertainty can be a scary, uncomfortable process. It is important that we move forward with our goals and desires before they fade away and move out of our reach. The Universe does indeed conspire in our favor, but it can only send us the life raft – we must be the ones to reach for it. Moving forward does not mean that you have to justify your actions to anyone or yourself – in fact, I discourage it. Often when we are explaining to others and ourselves we end up belittling our current stage of life. This is unnecessary. There is nothing wrong with where you are – in fact, it is key in moving you toward to where you are going. Love where you are, and focus on where you want to go.

Where are you stuck Pinkies? Is there something your inner God or Goddess has been whispering in your ear, luring you to dive in and explore the unknown? Why have you not taken that leap? What is stopping you? Are you conditioning your goals and dreams to the critics around you? Embrace the life you love and go with it- in reality, this is just a game.

Ever-changing, ever-loving,
Megan