Poet and philosopher Mark Nepo introduced me to a wonderful poem last weekend – “Breaking Surface”. Through it, I realized again, how long I had been hiding, primarily from others.
Why do we not wish to sing whom we really are, choosing to mumble instead? What keeps us in that space Marianne Williamson calls ‘playing small’? At what point do we invite ourselves to wake up, stand up and claim: “yes, I am that” or “yes, this is what matters to me”. A part of Mark’s poem states:
Let nothing dissuade you
from seeing what you see
or feeling the winds that make you
want to dance alone
or go where no one
has yet to go.
You are the only explorer.
Your heart, the unreadable compass.
Your soul, the shore of a promise
too great to be ignored.
No matter how pretty, unusual, convenient or intriguing your mask may be, perhaps it is time to put it down and step out into the waiting sunshine!
Warmly,
