{"id":3958,"date":"2012-02-14T13:19:08","date_gmt":"2012-02-14T19:19:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/?p=3958"},"modified":"2012-02-14T15:38:21","modified_gmt":"2012-02-14T21:38:21","slug":"aubade","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/?p=3958","title":{"rendered":"Aubade"},"content":{"rendered":"

Not that I am wise in the world, but my eyes, like the eyes of anyone else, are windows of the Universe and this is what I see and strive to create in the life I was given.<\/p>\n

The best gift we can give is to love more and fear less; to my eyes it is among the most worthy of goals.
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I talk about my fears a lot and I think that people often see that as a sign and proof of my weakness; I disagree. I talk about my fears for many reasons, one being that I only fear what I am afraid of, but I am not afraid of my fears. When I fear something I dig in to understand it: I stare at it, I touch it, I pick it up, I shake it, I smell it, I taste it, I throw it on the floor, I roll it around, I squeeze it, I show it off, I cry about it, I give it away, I run, I pled for help, I beg for mercy, I strap myself to the alter, I take it back, I fight with it, I wrestle it, I reason with it, I forgive it…I just keep doing whatever it takes till I don’t fear. I am admittedly slow and stubborn but I am methodical and relentless when it comes to the growth and freedom of that holy trinity -body, mind and soul.<\/p>\n

These are some of the rules I try to live by:<\/p>\n

I do my best to love fearlessly and within certain boundaries and honor the people the Universe presents to me. And when there is fear or anger I view that as my challenge to learn how to keep loving more with less fear. Feeling fear and anger is just a sign that I believe I am fundamentally unworthy and will never receive back the love I feel inside. And that is the challenge for us all, to love and to know that we are worthy, regardless of how we receive it back from others.<\/p>\n

I endeavor to live more of a ‘wonderful life’ rather than a ‘hopeful life’. This is not mine, I learned it from another wise woman. When I live a hopeful life I am defining and informing the Universe of the only possible ending that will make me happy. But instinctively we always know that there is a chance of failure in whatever we do. And that no matter how hard we work, struggle or sacrifice we still might lose, which always increases anxiety and a sense of unworthiness. <\/p>\n

Not that hope isn’t a good thing, but the worst of choosing hope over wonder is that we limit the Universes options to provide us with a happiness and contentment greater than we could imagine for ourselves. The infinite doors of possibility are closed and locked in favor of just one option. We restrict happiness’ ability to unfold.<\/p>\n

I am not saying that living a ‘wonderful life’ releases us from the need for goals, priorities, responsibilities; or work, struggle and sacrifice. But it makes life more exciting and less frightening when we spend time wondering what the Universe really has in store, rather than hoping we won’t be let down. Especially when you have to walk through challenges, fears, worries, and, all the other things that make being human so difficult. <\/p>\n

I work to be less interested in my own agenda and more interested in being a player towards the best possible outcome. What will bring more bliss, more laughter, more freedom, more happiness for the greatest number of people I love? Not that I am perfect, far from it. I fail and I fall short of my goals daily but it is still what I strive towards.<\/p>\n

I wish you all a day of loving yourself and those around you more fearlessly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Not that I am wise in the world, but my eyes, like the eyes of anyone else, are windows of the Universe and this is what I see and strive to create in the life I was given. The best gift we can give is to love more and fear less; to my eyes it […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3958","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3958","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3958"}],"version-history":[{"count":39,"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3958\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10472,"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3958\/revisions\/10472"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3958"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3958"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3958"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}