Honor It

Without recapping every part of my week, I did want to share a message that came through.

I don’t even remember how I received it, but suddenly it was just part of my consciousness and it seemed to make sense.

“Honor it” was what I heard.

There were a few parts of my week that stick out to me where this wisdom has proven to be very useful, so take it if it resonates with you.

Surf lesson; ugh, it was the most challenging lesson I have had.  It was not one of the feel-good-oh-I’m getting this type of lesson.  It was 2 hours of getting bashed by the ocean in every conceivable way.  I think my coach actually called me “Bambi” because I could barely get up on a wave.  It was so humbling and if nothing else I learned to not label the Ocean before experiencing her.  I think my last words on shore were…..”Looks mellow today!!”.

Hah.  That joke was definitely on me. 

Then, there was some (extended) family drama where I was asked to witness some very difficult behaviors and belief systems.  I don’t know who said it but if you think you’re enlightened or conscious…just get with your family.  As one of my kindred spirit sisters reminded me this week, working out family dysfunction/drama is an inside job.  And it is some of the hardest work we will do in this human form.  

I’ll leave it those two scenarios….but back to the HONOR IT.

It feels like a simple message, really.  Everything that is brought our way in this life, no matter how disagreeable or hard it is….has been chosen by us.

I chose my family.  I chose my parents.  I chose every aspect of my life, and I am choosing in this moment.

If that’s true, then why would I act like any of it is less than perfect?

I honor it.  I honor the icky parts.  I honor the parts that really break me apart and open me up.  I honor the moment of challenge and I honor the working through it, and the victories and growth that comes.  

I honor it all because to do anything else would be to negate the reality of it happening.

HOW we might honor it matters…maybe it’s with some contemplation.  Maybe it’s taking it back to the body and feeling that old pattern at its root, our child self just trying to get by.  Maybe honoring it is just NOTICING what is happening and our response.  Perhaps honoring is saying a prayer, or pulling a card.

What has occurred in your life this last week that you might look back on and choose to truly honor?

It’s sometimes more convenient to forget about it, or shove it under the rug.

What would honoring it feel like? Look like? How would your life shift if you honored everything that showed up?

I’d always love to hear your personal journey stories, so hit reply and share if you’d like.

Oxoxox

Maryn