Check the Mail
An invitation has arrived, just for you, your neighbor has one too, next city over, same invite, Iowa, Florida, the kids in Africa too.
Did you get it, open it with delight, believe the words, slide it under the pile of mail, throw it in the trash, did you breathe it in with the innocence of a child, mistrust of a wounded adolescent, push it away with the scoff of a skeptical adult, can you feel it in your bones, did you give it to someone else hoping they will attend?
We all have the exact invitation, same opportunity, same ability to buy into, co conspire, experiment, know the power of ….
What is it! What is the invitation!?
You are invited to a party of influence, a dance, a reality check of your position in the kingdom where it announces at every bell: “I AM constantly conspiring to bring you everything you want, need and desire.”
Opened & read, what a delight! A million wishes! My grandest desires!? Anyway, Anywhere, Every Moment,,,,Really, Just For Me, True, I don’t believe it, do I dare, must be a joke, but, I’m a sinner, a pauper, made mistakes, who am I to ask, I must work hard for what I want.
The ball begins now, never ends, everyone is invited, there are no considerations. Are you going?!
What if this year instead of setting goals for the new year that invariably you will break? What if you snuggle up to the warm fire at the palace of all possibility, sink deeply into the intimacy of blanketed softness from the universe that is wrapped around you. What if you open the damn invitation, RSVP and attend the ball!
The ball dances with or without you, music plays every second of every day, why not turn up the volume….is this the year, is this the moment, your moment?
I don’t have anything to wear, my shoes are worn, hair color fading.
The invitation didn’t say, attend when you finally get your sh%t together. The royal house sealed the invitation with no conditions, no judgments, it listens to you and gives you what you want. Attend or not, be happy or not, play or not, sing or not, believe or not, clean your shoes or not, stitch your dress or not, smile or not, share your love or not, receive love or not, it’s an invitation, pick it up, open it, read it, believe it, rsvp, attend in all your glory, or not. The orchestra plays with or without you dancing.
I did rsvp, I attended and all I get in life is a frick’n burlap sack!
This is a wise kingdom that hears the rustle of the burlap sack underneath the ball gown you slid over the top. The universe gives you what you believe underneath. This is not a reflection of less value, this reflects the truth of what you believe.
Don’t complain about the delivery of burlap sacks, instead notice the rash on your legs from dancing in the burlap sack, remove it, throw it away, apply healing salve and sew yourself a ball gown with the innocence of a child, skills that support comfortable vulnerability and a refusal to absorb shame and get used to silk on your skin.
But this happened, they did this, and the limits…..curses! I curse you! I curse you with so much love that you only hear the harmonious orchestra, you only see the beauty of the world loving you.
Frost every thought with love, decorate every feeling with truth about the cake that crumbled and create a seven-tier ball worthy cake that indulges you with sweetness.
Another year, another ball, never ending chances to ... are you going?