When we create, watching our seeds flower in another’s backyard…when we create, knowing we may not directly reap the financial rewards and notoriety…when we continue to create with enthusiasm, moving ourselves aside…when we create with gratitude, allowing the seeds of our creations to land and grow where they may…this is true manifesting.
“You don’t have to realize your visions personally to be a manifester,” the voice came in loud and clear.
Two days ago I stood at Skylonda’s Meditation Point where I’d been many times before, looking out through the mist, listening to the water falling below, smelling the rich and soggy earth, breathing-in the lichen-clear air. A stone labyrinth nestled among giant Redwood fairy rings has now made it’s imprint where there was once only dirt and weeds. This has always been sacred ground and many seeds have been planted and sown in that very place, even in a minuscule portion of it’s history–the 20 years I’ve been visiting.
Upon exiting the sacred circle maze that day, I bowed, realizing I’d dreamed-in this labyrinth and everything that surrounded it: a non-profit educational retreat center that catered to consciousness and spirituality. It wasn’t mine, yet I’d helped bring it to fruition. For over 25 years I’d been quietly creating this retreat center and holding space for it’s ever-evolving expansion. It began in 1983 during one of my anxiety attacks. I first wrote my dream on tiny sheets of paper to distract myself from the painful and frightening panic in my body.
Then, the idea of a retreat soothed me and gave me something to look toward in an otherwise fearfully existential time in life.
Nine years later I read about a resident hiking center in the Redwoods just south of San Francisco in the Santa Cruz Mountains. It was my dream actualized, a fruit bearing tree, my plan and personal vision in real time. Back then I called immediately and asked for a tour, telling them my story. I could see their smiles through the phone, though I wasn’t hired immediately because they’d just opened the doors officially two months before and didn’t yet have a lot of business. Forty days later I received a call to fill in for someone who would be out sick during the upcoming busy Christmas week.
Eventually I gave up my personal clients and two other part time massage jobs, and I didn’t leave that beautiful place for three years, working inside the brilliance of my vision. It was my muse and a dreamy job, that’s certain. I hiked, I talked to the guests and the trees, I taught yoga, stretching and consciousness, and I danced over people’s bodies, massaging, relaxing and escorting them on a week-long journey into their unknown inner worlds.
I was definitely in heaven.
Over the last 15 years I’ve revisited the idea of a retreat center business, motivated mostly from a frequent longing for my old job. I’ve actually spent quite a bit of time modifying and giving much consideration to my original dream and the desire to open my own place. An option I’ve held for so long it’s like a phantom limb, I recently let go of the idea altogether, knowing it would never become my life’s work. It was a really great dream though, and up until last year, one I regularly brought back when I felt lost, alone, uncertain about the future and unclear about what I might “do” in, and for, the world someday.
I’ve been back to visit Skylonda many times too, watching it move through four owners since its inception, and three very different incarnations. Skylonda is now Stillheart, and I spent three days there this last week, hiking, reminiscing, talking to my Redwood friends, looking around at my upgraded vision, dreaming-in my next incarnation.
I am blessed to have heard the voice at the labyrinth. I am even more blessed to have listened and embraced my next level of realization and actualization. Definitely uncomfortable in my dream’s absence, and feeling a bit like Humpty Dumpty, yesterday I sat atop the fence; it dug relentlessly into my bottom, urging me to jump off its post.
Today, on this first day of 2011, I struggle to embrace the recognition that not all of my dreams and visions are for me to accomplish in the real world. Today I also sit half on and half off the fencepost here, with no identity and no dreams to which I am attached. I’ve only the knowledge that whatever I dream-in will manifest itself in some form of perfection, someplace, for anyone willing to see it, to act on it, and for anyone who desires to participate.
Well, I do have one little thing in the early stages of expansion. It’s a dream I’ve had my whole life and today I’ve just put it into real time. We’ll see how it goes when real time isn’t holiday time!
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