I ask you this because (as I heard Clarissa Pinkola Estés say last night):
You’re worthy of fully inhabiting your entire soul.
She talked about being asleep as a metaphor for not really being awake to our soul’s longings, to not perceiving the distractions and dangers around us, to not seeing the path we should follow, to not fulfilling our creative potential.
Are you aware of what’s going on around you? Of the predators that seek to steal you from yourself? Are you sleepwalking through your life, being pulled this way and that, not even knowing where you are going or what you are doing? Do you awake occasionally, astonished about the place in life you are inhabiting?
Arise, O you sleeper, awake…rise from the dead…
– Ephesians 5 v 14
Awakening doesn’t have to be complicated. You just need to open your eyes. Then, begin to challenge what you see around you, to pay attention to the signs directing your path, to listen carefully for the voice calling you in a certain direction, to act on your desire to create, to speak truth to yourself, to acknowledge what is, to walk boldly in where you have always been afraid to go…but where you know that you will surely meet and slay a dragon.
Observance of the soul can be deceptively simple. You take back what has been disowned. You work with what is, rather than with what you wish there were. In his poem Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction the poet Wallace Stevens wrote, Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around a lake. …We want to sidestep negative moods and emotion, bad life choices and unhealthy habits. But if our purpose is first to observe the soul as it is, then we may have to discard the salvational wish and find deeper respect for what is actually there. By trying to avoid human mistakes and failures, we move beyond the reach of the soul.
— Thomas Moore, Care of the Soul
Now here is a blessing for you, as you awaken from your slumber:
I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés