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March 4, 2011 11 Comments

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Oh my gosh– did I just leave you out there– for days on end– buried in snow?
Stuck up to your waist in snow?
Surrounded by mounds and pounds and piles and miles of snow?

I am so sorry. I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.

Today, we’ll try to keep the focus to the interior, yes?
Because, as you might imagine– nothing outside has changed.

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However, on the inside? Boy howdy. We got change like Madonna backstage in her dressing room reaching for her fifth costume of the night. Although this new blog of mine may seem quite oblique– bland– lacking in the poignant first-world agonies so present in my previous bloggy incarnation, I am starting to see this is a phase– a wide expanse of open terrain that resembles what maybe a moonscape or the flats of North Dakota might look like.

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The transitions and transformations going on inside of me are huge. And I do not use the word ‘huge’ lightly. The changes going on within my personality, psyche, soul– whatever you want to call it, god knows I have no idea what to call it– are radical, profound and, for lack of a more sterling vocabulary, huge.

I am beginning to understand that this gray void I have been traveling through where on the surface I have little to say that is either interesting or entertaining– is changing the course of my life. It’s not so much that I am going to be a different person on the other side of this stage of the journey, as much as it is that I am going to be fully myself as I have never been before. A vision that used to evoke something like terror in me and send me reeling backwards to the known, to the safe, to the comfort of whatever shells, masks, furs and layers I had assembled around me over the years.

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Now– I am ready to own the fullness of what makes me, me– without the need to slap on trappings of what I think I should be like, or, worse– what I think someone else wants/needs to see in me.

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that is SNOW in my hair and I am not shiny with sweat–no, that is me dripping wet from snow

Maybe this is what it means to get old?

I have no idea. What I do know is that this is all far more simple than I ever could have imagined– and far more complicated than my pea brain will ever comprehend.

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It is as simple as clicking your heels, wearing the shoes you already had on. It is as complicated as jumping off a cliff without knowing who or what is going to catch you.

But I am a’going, my friends– I have clicked my heels, I have leapt into the void and there will be a landing— and I am starting to understand that the landing is gonna be sweet.

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Bisous, E

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  1. Susannah Conway says

    March 4, 2011 at 5:35 pm

    can i just say a heartfelt: YES! xx

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  2. haphazardlife says

    March 4, 2011 at 5:57 pm

    Good for you! See you on the other side.

    Jazz

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  3. Pixie Campbell says

    March 4, 2011 at 6:30 pm

    Straight to the heart like a cupid's arrow. I love your transformation, snowy, sweaty, beautiful.

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  4. lizardek says

    March 4, 2011 at 7:18 pm

    “fully myself as I have never been before”…YOWZA, baby.

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  5. Steph says

    March 5, 2011 at 12:09 am

    Goodness what a beautiful post! Makes me want to jump up and cheer! Maybe I will…

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  6. LindaE says

    March 5, 2011 at 12:38 am

    wowa. you are a strength

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  7. Voie de Vie says

    March 5, 2011 at 4:10 am

    Congrats on allowing yourself to just be. Brilliant!

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  8. stef says

    March 5, 2011 at 5:33 am

    god, i love you and i love the writing you do and how you explain what is going on…xoxo

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  9. Nicola says

    March 5, 2011 at 12:31 pm

    Wonderful wonderful post. I think sometimes we forget that transformation doesn't have to be all about fire and ice. Sometimes the most powerful transformations are quiet. I can't wait to see where this takes you. xoxo

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  10. Sam says

    March 6, 2011 at 2:04 pm

    I love it. Love that you are growing into yourself, fully YOU and living into wisdom and grace…I expected nothing less. The photo with snow on your head is too funny…it looks like you snapped a photo of yourself mid-hair-dye-job or mid-shampoo. Sending you love and blossoms from the Bradford pear trees here…

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  11. Karen D says

    March 16, 2011 at 11:22 pm

    love it, the journey you are on is full of grace and acceptance, even when you are stuggling with one post, you are accepting with the next, love the way you share your story, your truth

    xo
    Karen

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