*Today's post is dedicated to SECONDS, the firsts take the front seat awful much. Let’s give some love to all the SECONDS*
My SECOND favorite animal is the sea turtle. I am the sea turtle! There are many things I like about myself, but my SECOND favorite thing is my magnetic north; the ability to orientate. Being direction-ally sensitive to where I am, capturing what is lying in front of me and integrate it. To become grounded in a space and time.
My SECOND pet peeve: a navigational system. Don’t get me wrong, they have their uses and I definitely use them. BUT to rely on one is a different story. I need to see where I am going. I need to have focal points to look for, not to “turn right on ramp” two seconds before the ramp jumps out from behind the bushes. I also have a theory (or conspiracy) that these things were programmed by a serial killer; to lead you to a back road, into a forest where no one will find the missing pieces. To be reliant on anything makes me feel like I am giving away a small piece of myself. No way am I handing over my power to a little BOX that thinks it’s smarter than me!
Another theory: Start from the DESTINATION.
Maybe it is possible to begin from where I desire to be, working backwards. Looking for homing devices my soul has laid out to guide the way. A familiar building, street, smell, memory…déjà vu? When I take the exact route every day it is safe, it is the same. With a destination set, maybe I can go a different way. Putting TRUST in my intuition, following signs to where I need to be. All if I know where it is I want to end up.
This being said, there is incredible value in knowing where you came from and where you want to go. These two parts of the puzzle take time. They take examination, intimacy.
I’ve heard the expression, “It’s not the destination, it’s how you get there.” Is the path possible if you haven’t seen your destination? Has a certain path already been determined, or is it the ultimate arrival that is certain? What makes up from here to there?
They never told us is that the start point and end point are the same thing. Sometimes, traveling the opposite way allows us to see the turns from a different perspective. Things make more sense seeing it from the other side. Eventually you meet yourself where you are. You arrive at center. It’s a circle, not a line. The anchors -- the two points. The path -- the dance between. Arrive. Repeat.
A sea turtle can travel thousands of miles a year, even hundreds of thousands of miles. But it will find its way HOME to lay its eggs, returning to its place of birth to bury its creation in the Earth. Then she goes on her way. I mean, THAT is beautiful. Scientist don’t know exactly why, but some say it’s a combination of water currents and indicators from the Earth’s electromagnetic field.
To find your way back HOME, to meet yourself where you ARE, to ARRIVE where you started, back at CENTER.
Wow, life is beautiful.
I have spent years on the search for what it means to be FEMALE, for what it means to THRIVE, for what it means to be ALIVE. This path has lead me all over the world, drawn to women and their children, to communities, to SPIRIT, and ultimately BACK to MYSELF. Here I will share my most recent adventure, navigating a diagnosis of triple positive BREAST CANCER and each step of the way I figure out how to be a little more ME. I am Catherine-Ayer Gresham a 30 year old woman