What’s this about?

“What, if anything, do you know about Go Deep Fly High?”

I asked this question in my recent survey to my facebook followers – and the answers are unsurprisingly diverse.

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This is the question I keep asking myself.

To be honest, I was secretly hoping to find some answers in the survey. What I read in the answers was ‘nothing’, ‘not much really’, ‘something about inspiration’, ‘wonderful coaching’, ‘your heart’s project’…

The entrepreneurs and marketeers in and around me tell me to narrow my message down and ‘niche it out’ — be clear and be concise. 

I won’t do any of that in this post, I will be authentic and open and chatty – which is what my heart project is fundamentally about. Heart open and true to self.

Go Deep Fly High is my practice.

The expression of my purpose.

It’s my first book, and all the books after it.
It’s my personal development workshops that I design and run.
It’s hours and hours of individual coaching and processing with beautiful souls who want to see clearer and live fuller.
It is a yoga programme for adults, and one for kids… maybe also one for elders.
It’s a spiritual practice… with incense sticks, yoga mats, meditation, crystals, chanting and all the woowoo stuff that feels like home.
It’s a book club on those books I read and quote because they make so much sense to me.
It’s a bottomless repetition of those inspirational quotes and poems that have been going around for centuries
It’s a beautiful trauma recovery retreat space for all of us who need a raw out to heal and breathe for a bit. Just breathe again.
It’s a community of people coming together and having conversations that matter.
It’s storytelling; a growth environment and a curiosity-fed celebration of humour and learning.
It’s a travel agency that encourages those who want to be encouraged to climb that mountain, or take that midweek, mid-afternoon nap.
It’s a vegan lunch place and a garden café.
It’s a nature reserve bustling with butterflies and bees and wildflowers.
And it is an activist organisation doing its share on keeping fellow humans and all other species and plants safe and sound.

Go Deep Fly High is work in progress.

Connect to your core, live your purpose.

Who is it for? 

Oh ‘find your niche’ they keep saying, the marketeers and entrepreneur mentors, the experienced and the professionals. Be specific. Be clear. Be focussed.
And then be loud about it.

I’ve been working on defining ‘my niche’ for the past six years, believe it or not.
Who is my niche? Who do I work with?

I work with

The dreamers caged in the rational rut.

The idealists burned out in corporate suits.

The travellers stuck in one place.

The regular person living the regular life, with an inkling that regular isn’t quite enough.

Those of us for whom ‘everything is ok’ but somehow not really.

The mothers drowning in maternal bliss and exhaustion. 

The unmarried wives and the childless mothers who never imagined coming home to an empty house at the age of 42.

The lost, who want to be found. 

The busy, wanting time. 

The stressed, wanting calm. 

The leader, wanting to be heard.

The follower, wanting to stand in authenticity. 

The hurt, wanting to heal.

The passionate whose fire is burning low.

The creative, craving expression.

The pacifist, who wants to stand up for themselves without hurting others. 

The heartbroken, wanting to let go of what not longer is. 

The disillusioned, who wants to fathom the courage to start over. 

My niche could be any of these as I am all of these, apart from the enchanted exhausted mother. My story fits into all these descriptions in one way or the other, which makes me compassionate and passionate about us all. 

I work with ‘wanters’ like myself, people who want, yearn, dream, desire, and who are excited about taking steps towards their want, and who are willing to navigate the rough and wild seas and side roads of the unplannable journeys ahead with curiosity and open-hearts.

Hearts at peace.

That was my, what they called, stake in my leadership bootcamp back in 2013. After 10 months training and going inward, with 4 weeks of in-person retreats, my stake, relating to my life purpose (yes, we work on those in my field of practice) boiled down to:
“Hearts at peace. Hearts at peace can’t fathom hurting themselves, each other or the home planet and its fellow inhabitants.”

So who am I and what makes me Go Deep and Fly High? 

I’m the regular and privileged 40-something who believes in steering the sails of her life’s ship herself, and whose ship has not found that home harbour yet.
I’ve learned that sailing is a doddle and a dream on smooth weather days, and that it is close to a battle of surrender and courage when the seas are stormy and harsh.

I was doing it all, life, the right way with a good dose of revolt and resistance all along. I grew up in a nice family with its family stories, I went through classic schooling with satisfactory success and way too many questions and frustrations. I studied communications for management in Paris for lack of finding anything that sounded right to me at the age of 19. I was lucky enough to be able to interlace my life’s obligatory conditioned steps with sabbaticals and travels every now and then, which instantly became my actual and most rewarding studies.

And I finally, to everyone’s relief, got a proper job in 2002. I also got the car. The mortgages. The apartment. I got the big fridge to hold enough food to feed the family I was going to have.

The family never came, it just didn’t happen and those are other stories; then I went vegan and no longer needed the fridge at all. 

I no longer really needed any of it because I realised I was living the right life and doing the right things – alone – feeling unfulfilled. And utterly bored.

The good job had given me as much as it could; a tag in society, safety, something to do, income, learnings, friends, some successes, lots of experience and a burnout.

And then came my turning point

I got a rather painful professional asskick… and mid-air, with an instinct of soul survival of which I still don’t quite know where it came from, I decided to fly instead of fall. 

I hired a coach, I became a coach, I learned to be a yogi and a massage therapist and a group facilitator, I became a growth junkie. I met weird and amazing healers on my journeys through lessons and countries, and I got to meet: me. 

I am Laura.

I am passionate about living this life as we know it, to keep expanding our horizons in self awareness and relationship, and building on all the personal development strides we do: CLIMB THAT MOUNTAIN and make dreams come true.

It will always be a practice of surrender and courage, of leaning in and letting go – and I now know that it is a path we must each walk ourselves, but we needn’t walk alone. 

I join people on parts of their journey, and I bring with me a bag of stories, skills, delight and devotion.

Go Deep Fly High.

We are here for a split second, let’s live out loud and drop dead alive when we do.

My hero story

As part of a really beautiful and activating personal growth programme I’m about to complete, we were asked to tell our Hero’s Story.

To look back on my life and sieve for the situations in which I dared leave the usual, to step into an arena, to take risks, to believe in myself.

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Hero?

I spontaneously thought of a million examples in which I moved forward bravely, and I couldn’t come up with any grand one at the same time.

Thinking of my Hero story, I feel accomplished and like a failure simultaneously.

See, I have a dear faraway friend who is an army doctor and who rescues people from Mount Everest and in war zones and anywhere in between – and he is one of the most beautiful, smiley, warm, loving and humble people I have ever had the privilege and honour to cross paths with.
When I think of heroes, he comes to my mind and heart.

I don’t come to my mind or heart when I think of ‘hero’, but this exercise called me to do just that: find my own heroic stories.
Interesting, and for me therefore: food for thought and processing.

First, I looked up ‘hero’ in the oxford dictionary, just to make sure I got it:

Hero:

  1. A person who is admired for their courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.
  2. The chief male character in a book, play, or film, who is typically identified with good qualities, and with whom the reader is expected to sympathize
  3. (in mythology and folklore) a person of superhuman qualities and often semi-divine origin, in particular one whose exploits were the subject of ancient Greek myths.

Then there is also the Hero’s Journey, often mentioned, well-known and strived for by growth seeking folk, such as my ambitious self:

“A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man.”

Some of my Hero’s Stories

OK, so let’s go about recognising myself on my path, and seeing a moment that required extra bravery and faith. A turning point moment, one of those moments that by saying yes, or no, and by taking brave conscious action, my path would be changed, and mainly, I would transformed in some way. I know this to be true: change comes from action, action comes from courage, courage comes from action… it’s a flow that is fun and scary to join!

You’ve got a voice to change a nation yet you’re biting your tongue

I spontaneously thought of that speech I made at my cousin’s wedding back in 2008.

Truthfully, it was more of a toast, but to me it could just have well been a Ted talk in an arena filled with millions.

My other cousin, the bride’s sister, had nudged me to make a speech – I was the maid of honour, and ‘it would be nice’, she’d said. I knew she was right, but the thought made me nauseous. See… this nudge came to me at a time when I would blush when I had to speak up at a meeting, or tell a story when everyone would listen (yes, even at family events) – heck, I’d blush at ‘hello’.
But: I did it! I wrote a speech, it took me days to write. Then I read it over and over again. I learned it by heart. I made my sister listen to it three times on our drive from the church to the venue. I barely spoke a word to anyone during the reception, refrained from drinking before the speech, and barely touched the starter course of the meal… And when the time came, I braced myself, walked up to the stage, took that microphone and… made my speech.

I know my toast was for the bride, really, but in my reality, this was a very selfish moment. While the words and sentiments were for her and her husband, the intention and act were for me. For my brave self. For my voice. For my standing. For my courage. And for all the opportunities I wanted to grab for myself. For not accepting my own beliefs that limited me. For busting the fears and self-judgement and all kinds of mental saboteur talk as to why I would be bad at this and nobody would want to hear me.

I stood there and spoke out loud for my own potential.

A huge added bonus was that people applauded and complimented me afterwards. And what do you know, it did boost my confidence, and since then, I have made more speeches, I tell my stories out loud, I speak into a microphone to hundreds of people in aeroplanes in my job as flight attendant, I deliver workshops to groups of people in my job as a coach – I have even given trainings to airline crew on how to make public addresses. Don’t get me wrong, it still stirs up my insides to think I am to make a speech or speak up in public, I’m not ready to go on TED (yet), but since that day in 2008: I know I can do it.

“Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.”
Jack Kerouac

Or the Eiffel Tower. Or both. 

I’m afraid of heights.
That, too, is an understatement. And a lie.
This fear here is real. I feel heights, even the thought of heights, in my body. I remember the first time I walked over the Golden Gate bridge with my cousin (the bride, way before she met her husband), bravely going with her because she was a civil engineer student back then who loves bridges. It would have been wrong to not cross that bridge of all bridges with her.
I felt every single tiny vibration. Never mind being told by the expert that those vibrations needed to be see, the thing about a phobia is that the mind knows it is irrational, but somehow the body and heart feel unsafe.
So I entered a state of trance walking across it; like a mantra I told myself to just keep walking, while my skin felt like it was shrinking around my body, my tummy was on a rollercoaster and I just had this one desire which was to slowly kneel down and roll over into a side-lying child’s pose. But I kept walking, she took the photos. And I walked straight, without altering my speed or course. I vaguely remember couples having to separate to let me by – I don’t remember interacting with them in any way, though I may have.

Phobias take over the body. They also grow, and by growing they reduce our range of possibility slowly and surely. Unless… unless we meet them. We all know this.

Meet the fear, be with it;
and only then can you live with it, even move on from it.

And so it happened that one day, in 2014, I went up the Eiffel Tower.

I had lived in Paris for three years (15 years earlier) while studying there, two of those years with a view of the Eiffel Tower. I had brought all my guests to its feet and waved them off, peacefully waiting for them in the park below. I did enjoy lying in the Champ de Mars, and never felt any desire to go up that tower. But here, that day in autumn when I was visiting a very dear and entrusted friend, he surprised me by bringing me to the Eiffel Tower. As dear and entrusted as we were, he didn’t know of my fear of heights.
However in the meantime, I had been working with coaches and the likes on ‘stretching the comfort zone’ and growing beyond my limitations.

I realised immediately that I was presented, once again, with the opportunity to stay – or grow.

I remember briefing him on my needs (‘I need you to stay with me, but not talk to me, and for the love of all gods, make no funny jokes or swift movements!‘), and I remember him treating me to a thimble of overpriced champagne at the top.

From that day on, I’ve been going up things. Not enthusiastically seeking the experience, and still innerly negotiating the value of ‘going up’ versus ‘not going up’ (sometimes I don’t go up, more often, though, I do) and I meet this particular fear with a more informed opinion:

‘I’ve been up the Eiffel Tower, I’ve crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, I’ve had a meal on the CN Tower and I will no longer be told by fear that I can’t do it – if I don’t do it, it is because I don’t want to, that’s all!’.

 

Climb that goddamn tower and mountain, oh yes, do it!

time flies, best fill it with moments to remember

time flies, best fill it with moments to remember

In 2016 I climbed my own mountain in My Big Walk through Swedish Lapland – an act of courage that happened inadvertently and for which I still take the liberty of bathing in pride.
(you can read the stories in my other blog here: My Big Walk – lauraschummer.com).

We are everyday heroes, really.

The more I think of it, the more I see our everyday heroism.

Meeting someone new requires the courage to open up, even if only in politeness. Opening up to someone new and trusting that I’m safe, whatever happens, requires a certain amount of courage.

Surviving every single heartbreak is a heroic act. The fact of leaning in to the possibility of being loved or hurt is heroic to my mind.
Facing the hurt and letting it go (for some reason, that seems to have been the pattern in love for me so far, lean in – let go) is another heroic act.

Writing a personal blog post and publishing it to the world requires courage.

Joining a personal growth training does, too.

Asking myself the important questions in life, and being with the answers, even challenging them, takes courage.

It can be really hard to get up in the morning and trust the process, even when I don’t understand or even see it in periods of setbacks and downs.

Accepting that today may not feel like my day, and still believing in the power of presence in the moment, the power of pain and healing, the power of universal forces aligning, is an act of courage.

Every conscious step and every conscious pause can be seen as acts of courage.

Oh, we are all heroes when it comes to our own courage;

we are the hero of the story that is our life.

So how come it doesn’t feel like that?

Is being brave being a hero?

To me, there is one thing that stands out in what the Oxford English Dictionary definition says about ‘hero’:
A person who is admired for their courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.’ A hero is admired for their noble qualities. 

Essentially, to me, being a hero has always been hand-in-hand with an act of generosity, kindness and salvation towards others.

Like my army doctor friend, who is a hero to me because he saves lives in very dangerous, for him too, situations.

I always believed that, despite my acts of courage for myself, I will only be a hero when someone else gets to benefit from it. For some reason I have always seen that to happen in extreme situations, such as war zones, hospitals, tragedies, traumas, therapies and healings.
And since I have not yet had the courage to uproot and ‘go in’ to those situations, since I have not yet had the confidence to believe that I may have a skill that could actually benefit someone in distress, I have not yet seen myself as a hero.

However this exercise, the writing of these words, has helped me consider that we are, actually, heroes to each other. In our very every day life.

We are heroes, to each other, in our everyday life

I noticed a while ago, that whenever I have taken the courage to step outside the comfort zone, I was always, ALWAYS met at the gates by others cheering me on, and helping me forward.

We have allies everywhere, I believe every encounter we make can be an ally to us in some way (read my post Meandering about Wonderland on the different kinds of people we meet), and maybe being the ally to someone else’s courage or healing is what makes us a hero.

Whilst I needed to face my fear and scratch my slithers of courage together to make that wedding speech, it was my cousin who nudged me who is the actual hero of the story: she saw my potential, she believed in me, and she encouraged me in the right ways to be and stay brave whilst facing my demons. My cousin is the hero of my hero story.

And maybe,
maybe, I’m the hero to someone else’s courage?

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“Courage is more exhilarating than fear and in the long run it is easier. We do not have to become heroes overnight. Just a step at a time, meeting each thing that comes up, seeing it is not as dreadful as it appeared, discovering we have the strength to stare it down.”- Eleanor Roosevelt, You Learn By Living (1960)

 

Live or endure? Is this as far as I’ll go or will I push on some more?

I don’t know about you, but pretty much every day, in one way or another, I am reminded that life is so short. and life is so precious… And with these overused ‘slapstick’ reminders, I am reminded that in this life, we have all these options.

They kinda keep summing up to: live it or endure it.


Live or endure?

It's your path and yours alone, OWN IT!

It’s your path and yours alone, OWN IT!

By ‘living’ I mean living on personal purpose and the gratification of knowing that I am doing my work and that the lessons and success I reap are mine to celebrate, no matter how big or small.

‘Enduring’, well, isn’t that dodging what comes, suffering circumstances, going through pre-set motions without questioning them – or questioning them from the backseat and staying aboard anyway… instead of grabbing the driver’s seat of your own vehicle?
And then there’s the in-between place, in which we keep going from living to enduring and back again.
 

What will you choose?

And I was reminded just this morning and once again that one of the harshest of all options is choosing to
stay where you are‘ or ‘step into the world of opportunity that awaits‘,
accept that ‘this is it‘ or ‘join the crowd of those who make things happen.’
 
Harsh, because choices like those will always mean taking a stand for yourself, for change, and committing to something.

If where you are is perfectly fine for you, then I will leave you your peace and salute you.

If, however, like in me, there is even
the tiniest spark in you, the softest voice, the gentlest of pulls or even a loud lion roar
suggesting that maybe, MAYBE there is more to the horizon for you,
that maybe, MAYBE you are done with accepting a status quo ‘just because’
and that maybe, oh MAYBE you could step into a grander version of yourself,
then by the love of god or whichever divinity or power you believe in, I encourage you to keep taking the steps.
 

Some steps are easy, many are hard as hell.

And once we start walking, they will keep positioning themselves onto our paths… and every time we get to a roadblock we get to ask ourselves again:
‘Is this as far as I will go?
or will I be that badass and push on some more?’
 
Inner courage and strength are primal and the path is ours to walk. Like Rumi said ‘No one can walk it for you, but others can walk it with you.’
We can help each other, witness each other’s challenges, we can cheer each other on in hard times and celebrate making it through another roadblock and to another milestone.

 


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Life is full of missed opportunities – get over it!

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just.decide.

there are opportunities everywhere. just.decide.

So this morning I cancelled my participation at an event I really wanted to go to at the end of the week – it was riddled with opportunities for me on many levels. The thing was, as I was looking into getting myself there, arranging the intricacies of travel and going through all the things I’d have to ‘have done’ by then, ladidadidah-you-know-the-chatter, I felt a tingling sense of nausea that I have come to listen to… something wasn’t right, and my gut said so.

And, just like that, I knew I wasn’t going to go.

And just like that, I let go of countless opportunities I will never know I had.


I’ll use this example to elaborate a new thinking that has been building up in me. Taking decisions is not something I’ve always been assertive at, I still find it a workout. Because, for one, it means I am letting a someone, or something, down, either it is myself, or another, or everyone… for another it is because of the opportunities I may be missing.

Monkey mind going haywire

That is the hard part, that of overruling my chorus of inner voices that is loud and chirping at best of times, and starts frantically shouting at me in the run-up to taking a decision – because of course, there are as many great reasons FOR doing something as there are for not.

I also like to see myself as a pacifist, and as such I have a tendency to listen to all the voices that come at me, yes, I believe in finding peaceful alignment, always. I apply this to my inside voices even more than to the outside ones – and there is often somewhat of a cacophony in my mind yelling perspectives and possibilities at me at all times.

They all have a point!

The bottom-line is: I am the boss lady.

I have that great executive responsibility of listening to what is useful and taking the lead in action that best serves us all, the voices, me and my good self.

Pretty much at the same time as I was deliberating with my monkey mind on my big decision, I had a conversation with a friend, who was ‘not feeling’ an event she was supposed to go to, either – I bluntly suggested: ‘don’t go’, to which she replied ‘but I hate missed opportunities‘.

And just then, a penny dropped in me.
It was this little statement that I’ve heard and said a million times before that suddenly, today, had me come to a new conclusion and that I will be trying on for a little while:

‘Life is FULL of missed opportunities.’

In any given moment, we could be in a whole other place. I can be in my home building my business or lying lazily on my couch, just as much as I could be on a safari in Zanzibar, or anywhere in between – whatever I do can be just as real and as important to me as anything else would and could be.

See, a while back on my, for lack of a better word, journey through life I started exploring the attitude of searching for the silver lining in every thing.

Whatever happens to us, whatever the circumstance, we have the power to make it worth while.

In the best of cases we are showered with an abundance of successes and magic, and in other cases, the best we can do is find a learning, grab it, drop the rest and move on.

And in living in that belief, I have come to understand that

every single moment in this our life is an opportunity.

So if that is the truth, whatever we decide to do is a YES to one opportunity and a NO to another.

We can’t be everywhere at the same time, therefore life IS, indeed, filled with missed opportunities.

Regret – concept deleted!

“Maybe, if I’d taken a left instead of a right, I would have met the man of my dreams and we’d be living happily ever after by now?”

Over time, I’ve come to decide that regret is one of the most useless feelings we can have.
Regret not only holds us in the past, feeling miserable, it also impacts our power in the present as we make huge efforts to dodge potential future regrets.

There is no way of knowing what could have been ‘had I only…’; for one, there are innumerable possible ‘had I only…’ options and dwelling in those thoughts serves no apparent purpose.

Trust that synchronicities will happen when they need to happen, the universe and its energies have our back – all we need to do is follow the heart and stay alert.


So here’s my new statement, which I share while I shall keep exploring it myself:

1 -Just.Decide.

Learn to listen to your heart and gut, follow them, they really do know the way. Make your decision, make it right for yourself in the moment, and own it. You are the boss lady, or man!

2 -Be in the moment as fully as you can.

Live the moment. Make the most of where you are, learn from it, and find and seize the opportunity you are in: embrace it with love, gratitude and creativity, as I like to say, ‘magic lies in the simplicity of appreciation’.

3 – And: let go.

Let go of what coulda-shoulda-woulda been.

Yes, life is full of missed opportunities, get over it.

And keep moving.

nothing will change unless we change something we do daily

‘You will never change your life until you change something you do daily.
The secret of your success is found in your daily routine.’

– John C. Maxwell


 

When contemplating the über-concept of ‘world peace’, I can’t help but wonder that We will never change the way the world is turning until we change things we ALL do daily. The secret to peace is found in our daily routines.

In the times when I choose to observe the ways of our modern societies, my heart breaks – I know I am not alone in that one, either.

And I am getting very very tired of the way we behave.

So tired of the glorification of busy, the stern tone and ‘serious’ talk that comes with politics, corporations, life.
So tired of finger-pointing.
So tired of mass outrages and following what we all, as a whole, seem to agree to be ‘reality’, a reality that at the same time leaves us burned-out, stressed, lonely, sick, unproductive, and frightened when we are at our worst – which, also, for some reason just seems to be the accepted ‘how it is’, a place to ‘deal with’.

What I have come to observe, in a caricature but respectful nutshell:

  • Something horrific happens. We are shocked. Someone must be blamed. Blamed for the action, for letting it happen, for not preventing it.
  • We get outraged, at how awful the world has become, at how hopeless and how evil man is.
  • Facebook develops a temporary profile picture, slogans and icons appear within hours of the event, for us all to unite in solidarity, to show we care – because, that I believe, we truly do.
  • The news and the stories that emerge become our topic of conversation for a few days; we’re terrified, and also relieved that it didn’t happen to us. We feel with the victims, and consider our own luck, make resolutions to live life fuller – for we never know which moment may be the last…

And, as time goes on, pretty soon we go back to normal again – and luckily so, we could not carry the burden of all injustice and terror of the planet with us all the time.

Back to normal, until the next time something we decide is awful makes the headlines. And we go through it all again.

HOW are we agreeing to the ‘way this is done’? Clearly it is not working, we’re going round in circles. And it is exhausting us.
What is the paradigm, the thought acceptance, that needs shifting?

May I join those who suggest that MAYBE all this is not just a result of ‘others’ being evil, others doing or not doing their job?

Maybe, MAYBE, we are all to blame, maybe we are all feeding this system?

I dare say, we even enjoy it. I’ll be so blunt as to hold up a mirror:

  • we watch murder mysteries, read crime novels and play combat games – FOR OUR ENTERTAINMENT!
  • the most explicit headlines sell best, BECAUSE WE BUY THEM. We devour the gory details and we watch, ‘like’, share and talk about them all the time, granted, often behind the shield of ‘outrage’ and ‘protest’ and ‘sadness’ and ‘news’!
  • we judge each other and ourselves, we are constantly in competition for what is ‘the truth’, the ‘right way to do things’, ‘the only belief system that matters’.
  • and yes, every day we all support imprisoning fellow living beings of the planet in the most disgraceful of conditions for them to then be slaughtered – so that we can eat them in quiche and with barbecue sauce, fashion them to be worn on our feet as shoes, and we carry all our stuff around in their skins as handbags.

This list is endless… and so ‘normal’ it is hardly questioned!

We are blindly feeding our system in our every day routines with the very evil we condemn!

Once again, I can’t help but think that our solution may be simple. And we’re ignoring it because a part of us enjoys it.

Maybe the concept of peace is not a complicated top down strategy that is to be designed, negotiated, ruled, controlled by others?

To be fair, the way we all talk about ‘peace’ is so intricate, so many intertwined threads of belief systems, historic events and ego trips, it is really difficult to understand what is going on. I know that the way I am writing is simplified, possibly naïve. And deliberately so.

I am tired of the way we over-complicate things, it clouds the essence of what is important. Let’s give ourselves a break, we sure deserve it!

My ongoing thought keeps emerging: what if we all took better care of ourselves, and made sure that OUR OWN HEART WAS AT PEACE before finger-pointing at all the others?
If we were really at peace, would we even fathom hurting ourselves, our fellow inhabitants or the planet we call home the way we’re doing it?

Of course it would mean taking personal responsibility, and making a few changes to our own ‘known comfort’.

The big bad system is too big a project to tackle individually, but so long as we finger point to it and behave as victims, we shed the very ownership we actually, desperately need to take!

It is time to change our perspective of ‘world peace’ as being a board room summit topic to it being a daily individual inner strive.

Individual ownership in everyday lives brings it home… breaking down a huge insurmountable project into lots of little do-able ones, so to say.

Let’s get going. Or, let’s keep it up, whichever applies to you! We’re in it together.

We will never change the way the world is turning until we change things we all do daily.
The secret to pea
ce is found in your daily routines.

 

Food for thought x


 

Lass’ uns doch Geschichten schreiben, die wir später gerne erzählen! – Julia Engelmann

This poetry jam took me by surprise when I first came upon it very late one night in 2014 – and I watched it again, then a third time, which is when I watched it in ‘slow motion’ and wrote the entire text into my journal. Danke JULIA ENGELMANN.


 

‘Eines Tages, baby, werde ich alt sein, oh baby, werde ich alt sein, und an all die Geschichten denken, die ich hätte erzählen können.

Fast FAST hätten wir uns mal demaskiert und gesehen, wir sind die gleichen… und dann hätten wir uns FAST gesagt, wie viel wir uns bedeuten…
und, dass wir bloss faul und feige waren, das werden wir verschweigen und uns heimlich wünschen, noch ein bisschen hier zu bleiben…

Wenn wir dann alt sind und unsere Tage knapp, und das wird sowieso passieren, dann erst werden wir kapieren, wir hatten nie was zu verlieren; denn das Leben, das wir führen wollen, das können wir selber auswählen, also

Lass’ uns doch Geschichten schreiben, die wir später gerne erzählen!

Und lass uns mal an uns selber glauben…!’

 

 

 

if you want to be happy, then be happy

I came across this one and it pretty much sums it up.
Picture Credit goes to POSITIVE OUTLOOKS BLOG.

make your choices

if you want to be happy, be happy.

If you want to be happy, you have to be happy on purpose.

There are no two ways about it.

I keep running into that wall myself, of waiting-and-seeing and hoping and expecting and wishing… and it just doesn’t work. Those are all very passive stances.

If you want to be happy, you must TAKE OWNERSHIP!

If you want to have a good day, work towards MAKING it a good day!
If you want to get a project done, you have got to WORK ON IT.
If you want to be happy, you have just got to open your mind, thoughts and actions to being happy – appreciate what is around you, let yourself be delighted, glorify what makes you smile and yes, ‘pay it forward’.
And let the rest blur away, consciously choose what you pay attention to.

Make the choice, set the intention, get up and live on purpose…

– note to self as much as anyone x