Posts Tagged ‘adventure’

Day 29 Letting Go of the Rope

Poptart quote

I read the words, “…for those of us who have learned to keep secrets from ourselves and others” and stopped dead in my tracks mid sentence. This little slap of reality put words to the gap of incongruence I saw in other’s words and actions and the same incongruence I found in myself.


Like the time I recognized my words committing to take me in a direction that my body refused to go, digging my heels in so not to be moved. That secret incongruence popped its head above the recesses where it hid as if to say “Let go of the rope! You don’t have to keep that dead thing buoyant any longer. Let go of the rope! The world nor this relationship is yours to keep afloat.”


I’m learning to let go of the duty and right doing for rights-sake. I’m finding the rhythm of grace instead of the hard driving rhythm a “good girl” is taught to follow.


I’m recognizing the truth that lay hidden beneath the floorboards of what I’ve really felt and believed, as the easy breeze of grace relieves the lie that kept me, like so many others working hard to please. The amazing thing is that many never awaken to their inner incongruences and keep their hands taut on the rope, working hard to make things happen through sheer will.

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Are You Leaning In?

Lean Into the Adventure 1As my husband and I plan to relocate back to Charlotte for his work, I’m reminded that change CAN be wonderful. It CAN be an adventure. It CAN be the start of something unexpected and it CAN be joyous, if we learn to lean into the bend instead of resist what comes. That’s how I am choosing to experience this summer of change. It’s called reframing. If you want to hear more about reframing, you can listen to this episode of A Little Bit Vibrant and A Little Bit Moxie Radio Show


I’ve had a hefty portion of moving and bending in my life, like I imagine many of you have. I remember the many times as a child I had to say goodbye to those I love to launch out to make new friends in a new city. Arriving in Boston for high school as a transplant from Atlanta, I quickly earned the nickname, Georgia Peach. Another move from Memphis to New York City taught me to navigate the cement and chain link playgrounds guarded by nuns who contemplated my Southern accent.


Oddly, moving was easier as a child, because children are generally open and willing to welcome you into their playground. However, as an adult, I’ll be honest, when I’ve experience no reciprocal gesture, no welcome wagon or extended arm of friendship to join in the sandbox fun, I somehow still find hope always rises for a Pollyanna, and this Pollyanna is hopeful for the path ahead.

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Bringing Sexy Back

Become Pregnant with wonderAt times when I feel pressed in by life and surrounded by drought, I find my parched soul has wondered off from the abundant water supply readily available to me. I have turned away from the brights, the colorful, the spacious long distance perspective. This is when I need to zoom out far and wide and be reawakened to the sexiness of life.

When I was young, I imagined my future as an adventure that was fast, exciting, thrilling and sexy. My exploits had all the flavor of their own renaissance—lush with color, delicious food, lavish clothing and intrigue. Not for a minute did I dream of an adventure that was stale, prudent or trite.

I love to be taken up into the flavor of other cultures. I think we all do. Just look at the number of travel and cooking shows there are on TV—shows that help us explore hidden lands and mysterious flavors and textures, far removed from most of our everyday worlds. My heart and senses ache to trollop in the vineyards of Southern France and dance to the music of a sultry samba in Venezuela—where the women ooze sensuality and not Protestant nicety. I want to be blinded by the beauty of the silks saris in India, dance in the surf of Mozambique and eat fresh mangos in the jungle with the natives.

It bothers me that we have so sterilized and whitewashed the idea of appropriate sanctified living. Sometimes we so civilize and pillage our lives of their color and creativity that we rob them of their beauty.

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The Joy of Wind Blown Hair

Kimberism: “Well behaved women rarely make history.” Laura Thatcher Ulrich My friend Suzanne shared with me about taking her four year old niece for a ride in her convertible. The curiosity that emerged over a Transformer like car kept her young niece excitedly spouting questions, taking in the azure sky, while her hands waved in roller coaster style. We can learn something from the innocence of childlike wonder. Imagine if we faced the journey of life with the same childlike excitement over the adventure, put the top down on our cares; let our wind-blown hair sail as we coasted for the ride. What needs to be adjusted in your perspective to see life as a ride, a game and an adventure? What control do you need to let go of to enjoy the ride today?

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