I know I am unique as well as no different. I know we are riding a collective wave of transformation, and I know we all have our unique experience with collective similarities.  Embracing these polarities and bringing them both into focus seems to be important these days. We are being asked to honor our unique expression of the Divine and embrace it with passion so we can live who we were designed to be. At the same time we are being asked to acknowledge our oneness, not only with other human beings, but with all sentient beings on every level of existence. This is a necessary awareness that will lead us toward honoring our diversity and transform our self rejection to self love.

For peace on Earth we need to come to peace with ourselves and allow that to radiate outward. As I navigate this transformational journey I am finding there is a diversity within myself, and I am having to honor and reclaim all these unique expressions. So here I go with honoring, claiming and allowing you to witness my vulnerability. The part of me that I couldn’t afford to feel or even know existed. After all, how will I survive in this crazy world if I am vulnerable?

I admit that launching my book took me right to the edge with my vulnerability, feelings that I hadn’t allowed myself –ever. As I reflected on this it became clear that this act brought to a head the wounding of lifetimes that I carried as unfinished business from incarnation to incarnation. The very act of walking toward this moment in time became the journey for my healing of this. The gift that I was groomed to offer is the support for other women to do the same. Finally clean up and heal our old collective wounding, come out of the shadows and offer our gifts while reconnecting with our oneness with our very Mother Earth and reclaiming our self similar wisdom.

I am in awe how my personal wounding is woven into the collective wounding, my journey of healing my piece of this collective issue became my gift to offer others, and while I was preparing myself to offer it, it was working me over and supporting me to heal the very thing that I am offering to support others to heal. When I reflected even deeper it became obvious that what is supporting my healing in this lifetime is the very thing that annihilated me in the past incarnation that set all this in motion. The Divine design is beyond remarkable.

I shared on my blog right before I launched my book that I felt like I was about to jump off a cliff with my book as my magic carpet that will help me fly. Well guess what. I jumped. Did I fly? I flapped and flapped my wings bogged down with the last residual toxic slime of my old wounding. I crashed, licked myself off, dealt with the final residue and continued to flap myself silly until I could finally begin to fly. This residual was not ready to be released until I took this leap. Nothing like flapping and plunging to rid yourself of excess baggage.

If I waited until all this old toxic waste was completely cleaned up before walking toward the cliff to offer my gifts I would have never done it. Nothing was powerful enough to drive me to the edge to transform and honor my journey enough to heal on such a deep level.

We are all connected, we all have our unique gifts. The oiled slicked birds in the Gulf are a reflection of our unconscious, laden down, dying from the toxicity of the environment we all have created from not healing these olds wounds hidden in the shadows. Allow your gifts to heal you as they help heal others. Don’t wait until you feel healed yourself. Your gifts are designed to heal you as well. Just keep walking toward it, take the journey and reach out for support when you need it. But don’t stop, whatever you do. Take the baby steps, keep going. Our world is counting on all of us to clean ourselves off and come out the other side of this shining bright. If we all shine bright in our unique way, and add it all together, our collective world can shine.

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