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Anchoring in Love

I am learning how important it is to cultivate our unique voice, rooted in love, and to show up and to let our voice be heard. It is our work, and I am learning that the forms it takes within each of us can be infinite.

I am learning that the path isn't always linear, and in fact, might often be quite all over the place.

I am also learning that there are ways that I can anchor the path.

Meditation, writing practice, the arts, art journaling, slowing down, yoga, a walk or run in the woods, deep sharing with like-minded souls and deep listening, teaching and coaching, and, of course expressing gratitude, are ways that appeal to me and inspire me to keep showing up for what is most important and meaningful to me in this lifetime. I do recognize, however, that sometimes these ways will not work, and that sometimes the only choice is to wait out the pain, until it passes. I am learning that part of being human is to experience moments of waking nightmare, where for whatever reason, we just have to endure the storms of our experience whether they tear us apart invisibly inward or are evident in our outward circumstances. Slowly I am learning to accept pain as a necessary and inescapable part of the human condition.

Another important anchor for me has been identifying the essence of my purpose in life. I am learning that the essence of my soul is to bring people out into the open. Just this idea anchors me and is at play no matter what I do. In some ways it has been for selfish reason, as there came a time in my life that it was choose to die a slow and painful death of feeling so separate and alone in this world, or go out and find my people! Now I find myself creating a tribe where we can safely share our human experiences in real and meaningful ways. I am learning that for this to feel balanced and expansive, it takes all of us giving ourselves permission to engage as ourselves, showing up as fully as we know how, and taking a leap of faith that our hearts are safe with one another before we know if they are, along with demonstrating that safety to one another by always bringing it back to love, and allowing space for the light and the dark in one another. In my experience, this safety only comes from stepping out of hiding, and for better or for worse, exercising our voices, speaking from our heart and belly with boldness and sometimes irreverence; joining in sacred, soulful moments of sharing and listening.

This getting clear about the essence of what I do was inspired while listening to a speaker Elise Blaha Cripe at the World Domination Summit 2014, in Portland, Oregon; a creative entrepreneur who expressed frustration that she couldn't define what she did in simple terms that translated like a lawyer or doctor. She finally came up with I Make Stuff. Having found a way of expressing the essence of what she did, her whole world opened around her. She could think of many ways that she could work her life under that catch phrase. Immediately it came to me that if I could define what it is that I am almost always engaging in, it would do the same for me. Then I heard my soul say, I bring people out into the open. Yes to that!

I am finding that because the nature of what I do and how I see the world is similarly hard to pin down, that this essence of knowing that I am here to bring people out into the open, and knowing that it fuels me and fits in with everything I do, both personally and professionally, opens doors to possibilities that are varied. And whether anchor births new ideas or stays within the confines of what already exists, it feels centered and purposeful.

Whether in relationships, in my work as a piano teacher or spiritual coach, mother, family member, partner, friend, I show up as rooted in love as best as I know how, and gently or not so gently (sometimes a fierceness and brutal honesty is necessary when dealing with the heavy aspects of humanity), coax others out into the open to commune with me in the present moment, to take up space, to develop their unique gifts and talents, to give themselves permission to participate, and to participate strongly; to use their voice, to dig deeper, and to give themselves permission to be a beginner, and to follow and build their unique contribution.

This work is so important to me, as I teach what I have most needed to learn, and am still learning, and as I learn to use my voice, to trust my creative voice and heart, I feel stronger and bolder in who I am, and I see what a difference I can make in small moments, just by having the courage to focus into what is meaningful, and real, even if difficult, but asking us to address it, vs letting what is confusing and creating doubt lead the way, which inevitably goes no where and keeps us hiding.

I enjoy showing people their worth, and my gift is to see how amazing they are, right where they are beginning their journey, and to show them how far they've come, and how much closer their destination is than they can see with their current perspective.

I am continually surprised how hard students and clients are on themselves, and how they are continually living perched over a cavernous abyss, seeing their destination out on the horizon, and mentally feeling they have no real means to get across the gaping chasm, and never will. I know this feeling well, but only when I see it clouding up others is when I can see it for what it is: a hopeless, menacing voice that wants us to turn around and give up, and just stay stuck where we are, and live afraid and empty, and to leave the really great experiences to those more deserving.

I admire my students and clients who show up week after week, working consistently toward breakthroughs, and I enjoy supporting their process. I enjoy showing them how much they have progressed, and continually encouraging them to give themselves permission to be where they are, and to see how amazing their contributions are already--that in so many ways, they have already arrived. They are engaged in the journey, and that is everything, and it is only their perspectives that somehow they must wait to share their gifts until some unknown moment in the future when they are sure they have something of value. Such nonsense, unless you are the one riddled with the doubts.

One exercise I do with my students is for both of us to improvise on the black keys of the piano. Since there is nothing that doesn't sound really good as we play the black keys together, anything goes. This is our splashing paint on a canvas and seeing where it will land and the beautiful patterns it will create. I am continually amazed at how something magical happens. It can be a student's first lesson, and they are already having the experience of jamming together with me, and making something beautiful. Often we sync up and find ourselves ending the improv at the same time. No planning, no thinking, just somehow, it magically winds to an end in complete synchronicity. And then there is inevitably laughter as we wonder at the magic of our just 'knowing'. I am amazed at how much we really do know, and the freer we feel to know, the more we can find ourselves traveling to places within and without that we could never imagine!

I am learning that it takes a village to work through the heavy proclivities of being a human, and that it is through our work together that we lean more and more into a pathway where we feel flow, where we experience more light, and where we find ourselves getting past our limitations, fears, and perpetual blindness. Here the journey doesn't feel so hard and heavy, and we take baby steps together and celebrate every breakthrough together. In this togetherness, there is room for all of us and our unique perspectives and gifts. We create the most beautiful music together, and we sync up and find a harmonization together, that just might be why harmony exists in the first place, to point to and reflects peaceful and flowing possibilities in human nature, human interaction and experiencing, and in that the wisdom to work with contrast, to make room for the exciting contrast of dissonance that develops us as individuals and as stewards of Love. To let it teach us and to resist the urge to scourge and clean it all up, but to really sink into all of it and listen.

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  1. Beloved friend, you are a treasure and a gift. I feel so lucky to be on the receiving end of YOU.

    Arms around you,

    Julia

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  2. Sweet, Brookster! I so wish I lived nearby so I could be in your tribe. I would love to take a piano lesson or two—jammin' side by side. Or maybe we are already jammin' side by side and we don't know it.
    I love how you were able to name/define your purpose. This makes me think of my own purpose...which I can't really name, but if I had to I would call myself a GPS for weary souls. Only my voice recording would include lots of affirmations, "You're almost there honey pie! Don't you dare give up!"
    I still wish I lived nearby;)
    Love love love!
    Leah

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  3. Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts. I am sending you love.

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  4. Good to hear your always encouraging words, dear Brooke! Well met!

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  5. so glad i came here tonight! xoxoxo

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