The moments that make for burning gratitude.
I was in the ladies room at a conference centre where I’d just spoken on stage. I opened the bathroom stall and there was a line up of women. “All yours!,” I gestured to the lady at the front of the line. “Oh we’re not waiting for the bathroom,” she said. “We’re all waiting to talk to you.” That was a moment, for sure.
Last week, I surprised a Book Club in LA (http://bit.ly/1eNKv5Y
). And one of the women there was taking notes in The Desire Map Day Planner (http://bit.ly/KlIzXs
). It was the first time I’d seen anyone else with the Day Planner in their hands. I made that! I thought. And she's writing in it. That was a moment.
A woman wrote me to say that she sat her man down on the sofa and asked him how he most wanted to feel (subversive desire mapping, I love it.) He said he probably hadn’t thought about how he wanted to feel since he was twelve years old. He thought about it. He melted a bit. “I want to feel respected, yah, I think one of my most desire feelings is respect.” And she lit up, “I can do that! I know how to help you feel respected!” And then it probably got a hot from there. That story was a moment for me.
The photos (http://bit.ly/LaQFlE
) that are rolling in on social media of people with The Desire Map (http://bit.ly/1asPmYR
) or The Fire Starter Sessions (http://bit.ly/1m96iWr
) in their hands -- they make my heart swell -- so many moments. Two women in their kitchen hugging the book, with this caption: "World's Smallest Book Club!" Books at the beach, books being read by puppies and babies. Moments.
My gratitude for all of this burns in my solar plexus. Sometimes I push against it. I have to consciously breathe it in — choose to expand rather than contract, choose to let it melt any illusions of lack. Mostly, I breathe, and smile deeply, and say Thank you. And then I detach a bit. Because you know, I don't think I have much to do with anyone else's a-ha's (http://bit.ly/1gR5X9v
). And I just get on with being expressive…grateful…expressive…grateful.
Self expression and gratitude are sacred feedback loop. (Click to tweet: http://bit.ly/1dh6UHj
I'm thankful that you read what I write. (There is part of my brain that has to stretch to make the connection that I send stuff ianto the ethers... and people run it through their minds.) I'm thankful for sweet, sweet interactions in the airport and grocery stores. I'm thankful for the thanks. I see every Facebook post, all the Instagrams. I read the blogs talking about DMap experiences. I don't often comment on them, but I've been there, like a shy fairy, Thank you.
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For the next few weeks I'm doing a "reprise series" of my favourite articles on the site, and running some of the interviews I've done recently -- some incredible conversations have been had. Meanwhile, I'm going to have a lite sabbatical. Hit a day time yoga class, make veggie chillie for my kid. I am going to meander... experience days without deadlines. Do some creative savanasa (http://bit.ly/1eNL1Rt
). Team D and I... we are going to be making a whole new kind of art this year. I can hear the back beat already, see the hues. But first… meander time. And deepening gratitude.
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