I think the modern day Jedi is an agent for love. For creating an impact in our world by being the change.
No, I’m not a total Star Wars geek. I was about 8 years old when the first movie came out. I fell in love with Luke and then Han Solo (because he was the “bad boy” and I’m really attracted to rule-breakers). Leah, though, I saw as a mystical warrior princess. LOVED her! Wanted to be like her.
On my own personal path, I’ve been drawn to figuring things out. Figuring myself out mostly. What made me happy? Why wasn’t I more happy more of the time? What is the source of happiness, contentedness?
I think it’s easy to get lost in planning. In processes. In setting future-oriented goals to move toward.
It’s all good.
In a lot of ways, our structure gives us freedom. To flow with our creativity. To be more intentional with it.
And then a bad day hits. Knocking our processes and plans for the future out of kilter.
And you wonder where all your tools and resources went for weathering this, another stormy season.
I would say if the fear Jedi had a daily practice, like Qi Gong or something, it would be the act of making it her intention to approve of herself, constantly. In a mantra-like way.
Or How To Scare Yourself Write to The Edge
I’ve noticed this thing, it’s in me and a lot of the wonderfully creative ambitious women I talk to everyday, this idea that we need permission.
Permission to be ourselves. Permission to follow our hearts & dreams. Permission to receive and allow in the giving from others. And when it comes to your technology and getting your blog on, spattering your web pages with words, with the juice of your heart and giving yourself permission to write. Permission to call yourself a writer.
To create change on this beautiful planet of ours nothing will happen unless we change our idea of what it is to be a warrior. ~ @DelphicWave
Yesterday, I had a conversation with one of my favorite real-life warriors, Charlie Gilkey. Besides fighting for our American freedoms abroad, he’s a coach. And a friend.
I can always count on Charlie to help me with my own stucknesses, even when I’m not sure I AM stuck. Yesterday was different because I knew I was stuck and just sitting in it. I guess in a way, I was choosing to be with my stuckness and when he began poking at it softly, I wasn’t budging.
