A Space to Let the Light In

It has been a two-year minute since I wrote my last Blog Article. I find it laughable that the last article I posted was a musing about Covid-19 and what possibility for massive change and love-saving preponderances were possibly upon us and the fact that I am just now on the tail end of my own Covid illness.

My world changed. None of it was expected and certainly not calculated.

But here I sit at my desk, looking out over the colour-changing treetops and feeling a sense of hope. It hasn’t even been a full year since I landed here in this space, but it feels like an eternity at the same time.

I suppose some would call the last year of my life, the dreaded life-crisis year. Maybe it was. The label doesn’t help nor hinder the experience. The massive clearing of people, places and things that was necessary. I wonder, how many people crave this space and yet never find the courage to take it for themselves for fear of disappointing others or assessing that the guilt associated with such selfishness would outweigh the benefit of making space for the light to get in.

It is easier to live in the dark and leave things as they are. Don’t make a fuss. Don’t be weird. Don’t make waves. Don’t be so selfish. Don’t do this to us!

What does it all mean? This life we are given. The deep of a life crisis is certainly for such musings. Why am I here? What am I doing? Where am I going? WHO AM I? All questions that demand answers.

A few years ago, I thought I knew the answers to all those questions. Illusion is a funny thing. Illusion is beautiful. It gives us all the power we need to stop ourselves from exposing the stark and pointed truth of the life we are choosing over the life we desire. Illusion holds us in place and protects against any risk of loss possible in living the life of our dreams.

The truth is, we don’t know what will happen with certainty. That’s the point I think, foregoing our beliefs and illusions to become comfortable with being. It is in our being that knowing of self inherently waits for our acknowledgement. Through the knowing of self, we determine our greatest potential. Unfortunately, our self often ends up coming dead last on our long lists of toil and obligation.

Throughout 2022, I endured another concussion, vertigo, and now covid. In praying for a space to heal, I never imagined that I could be shown more darkness before getting the chance to come back to my center. I had given up on my business, left social media and closed off any ideation I had once held about being successful in my business as a Coach.

Part of what I have learned over the last year is that no matter what I am managing, it is circumstantial, and I have the power to choose what is true. At the end of the day, I know I am a great Coach. It was only my circumstances and belief systems that I allowed to shut me down.

The truth of our purpose cannot be destroyed. It isn’t something we determine. It is who we are. At the core of our being, there is this spark of joy, the epicenter of our creative bliss. It is the bliss of which the creator intended, and we all know how it feels when we are experiencing it.

And yet, it is the one thing that we fear and resist because our beliefs have poisoned our innocence. How could something so good be the truth. After all, if it’s too good to be true, then it likely is . . . right? Wrong!

Every time I experience a circumstance of life that tests my limits, I find myself more compassionate and patient with it than the last. In every darkness, I find ways for the light to get in. I am stronger in my resolve to heal old wounds and faulty beliefs so I can get on with the art of living.

Despite all the circumstances of life that I am currently faced with, I have a smile on my face. It feels really good to smile. I am feeling stronger, wiser, and calmer as I announce with great pleasure, I am back!

Much Love,

Coach Cassandra