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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Winging it

I always sensed that something vital was missing from my life. Was it a person? A situation? God? I wasn’t sure, but I automatically looked outside of myself for answers, which, if I were to write a book on how to give your power away, would be titled, ‘Looking Outside of Yourself for Answers.'

I’ve spent my entire life dodging the shadows and measurers, those who delight in defining others. I’ve feared God, myself, and the future—flinching each time life made a quick move.

I’ve wrestled with the meaning of life, invested myself in the study of death, and tried using crazy glue to reconstruct the ashes of 10,000 yesterdays.

As a child I had a fascination with birds, always wishing I could fly high above the stained sidewalks of my gritty life, so high that the stains blurred into bunnies and well kept gardens, seeing the entire scope of existence all at once and finally “getting” it.

Well, after wearing down countless pair of shoes I’ve discovered that I do indeed have wings, and the joy that this discovery has brought into my life is unmatchable.

My wings are the knowledge that everything that I’ve ever needed to live a full, and authentic, life already resides within me, and that the best way to express this life is through bold creativity. Creativity is the voice of my soul, where inspiration becomes conception and concentration flows into timeless meditation.

Actually, I was about 51-years-old when I first discovered my wings, and began writing my first novel, Cosette’s Tribe, and I was 56 before I put brush to canvas, expressing joy through color, so it is never too late to begin.

But oh how tragic it would have been if I had never discovered my wings, and had spent my days anchored to my own limited stories, or even worse, bowing to someone else’s image of me in order to win their love and approval, never becoming brave enough to fly.

Genuine love coaxes us to open our wings. It challenges us to try new things, hushing shame and judgment, while inspiring us to leave our fearful little nests and launch our hearts into the endless blue.

Flying is a practice, and it requires lots of room, so give your wings the space they need to fully open. Breathe. Embrace your magic, and remember my dear one…you were formed from stardust and love; believe the rumors of your greatness.

Wing it!

10 comments:

Chris said...

Love it. Miss you. Hugs from the Chesapeake Bay.

Stephen Hayes said...

This is truly a wonderful, uplifting, inspiring post. If only everyone would read it.

Leah Griffith said...

Chesapeake Bay? Oh, sooo close. I miss you too...very much. <3

Leah Griffith said...

Oh Stephen, you have just lit my heart on fire. Thank you for your generous words. <3

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

Inspirational post, dear Leah! Yes, everything we need to spread our wings and fly, God has already placed within us. Think I'll do some soaring today! :)
Love and blessings!

Leah Griffith said...

Soar high above the noise and dust, Martha. I'll meet you there. <3

Karen Wojcik Berner said...

You never cease to amaze me, Leah. So much talent wrapped up in one body. Now is definitely time for you to soar!

Leah Griffith said...

Karen, I will meet you at the apex of the world where together we shall leap into blue!

Marie Loerzel said...

How I admire your bravery, courage and rawness! So glad you have found your wings and helped me to sprout my own.

Leah Griffith said...

<3 Marie, I just found your precious reply. Thank you and Happy Thanksgiving! <3

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