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Day 3 in the Wild-erness

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Day 3 is making me curious about a world I've never truly been a part of before.

When it comes to working in the real world, I would say I've been sleep walking on the hamster, setting out to achieve goals truly to find external value, to be adored, to have security, to have my worth reflected through meeting deadlines, following rules and making my way in the possible ways of the world.

Several years ago, when I found myself dead to life, with two beautiful little girls, whatever shred of aliveness that kept me minimally animate, fired up into a little bit of righteous anger, which was perhaps the first bit of fire I'd felt truly coursing through my veins. I had no idea what it meant at the time, but I acknowledge that it helped to prop me up a bit more, and at least gave me what I needed to nurture little ones.

Having two little girls who sparkled, and a limping zombie as their mother was a picture I could not reconcile.

This horror film I was living helped me to begin to tell the truth and to reach out, and to seek others doing the same. I no longer was willing to hide behind my niceness.

Day 3 of writing has me thinking about what it feels like to get off the hamster wheel--to take your destiny in your hands, by showing up, not for the approval of others, but because I am listening to an inner voice I couldn't hear with all the noise.

This experiment is already making me think of our education system, and how we never turn to our students and ask them, what is it that lights them up, nor do we help them follow that spark.

Somehow our society has come to believe that a spark will burn down the system. I am feeling deep in my bones that our job as teachers is to help students identify the spark and to undo all conditioning that devalues the spark--to show students how the spark isn't counter to the current reality, but rather an invitation to find paths untraveled and to bring back what you have come to know through your travels to the community for collaboration and co-creation. It doesn't mean that you have to leave your city! That is the myth that needs to be debunked. It is done just by shifting perspective.

I believe that our kids can learn what they need to know, but have a deeper sense of why it is relevant with regard to creativity and innovation, community and connection, celebration and achievement, in a completely colorful world, where everyone must bring their gifts as they contribute their part to the whole.

I see my daughter comparing her test scores to all of her friends, and she won't hear a word from me about how it doesn't matter. I see how deeply enslaved, shamed, and afraid she is at 11 by not being good enough. There is scarcely room for creativity when her thoughts are so heavy. Righteous anger again, but a real sense of helplessness as she can't hear me through all the noise in her head, perpetuated in her classroom, pervasive with her friends. One of her friends continually asks her if her butt is too big. Over and over and over. Imagine the creativity and play that is loss in butt measuring!

So, how is this relevant to day 3?

Well, because it has taken me 38 years to send out rovers into my inner landscapes, to see what is contained within, and I realize how much of a ghost town it has been, and yet, within just a few days of dusting away the cobwebs and applying fresh paint, it feels already like Glinda the good witch is waving her magic wand and restoring the world to its former glory.

I know the amount of work it has taken for me to overcome my fears enough to show up here, and I know my mission is to help others to get here a lot quicker, but I must say that I know we can't do this alone.

It takes a village to help this kids wake up to the magic within.I hope my book will be a huge part of doing this, but I hope in the mean time, there will be many more of us writing about a path that is fueled from within, that is guided by questioning everything we've been taught or surmised about the world, and that is supported by mentors who have decided that being right and upholding the status quo is less important than looking in the mirror and questioning everything they've ever been taught or surmised about the world, and sending out the rovers...

I know how much my daughter values what her teachers tell her, and how they trump her crazy-out-there-unsolicited-advice-giving- mother.  I need people who my daughter will listen to, that get her and who want to see her fly without lead feet, and whose mere presence doesn't urge her to put fingers in her ears!

So, as I write, I realize that the good news is that I am being fueled from within, that nothing was lost in my 38-year absence, but that there is everything to gain by leaping into the void and trying my hand at flight, and that it is paramount that we as humans meet each other up there in the clouds, to feel and see the sparkles of the sun shining on us, and to detect an aliveness that is waiting to course through our veins and to heal our world.

Off the hamster wheel there is territory to be covered. Off the hamster wheel we use our physical, mental, spiritual and courage muscles very differently. Off the hamster wheel the discomfort we feel turns into pure possibility and connection, as we must commune with others and move past our limitations. Off the hamster wheel the world looks very different and is full of invitations for creation and awesomeness!


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