Love Matters

The greatest treason a crab can commit is to make a leap for the rim of the bucket.”
~ Steven Pressfield on how our loved ones react to the artist in their life overcoming Resistance and going for their dreams


Shift and Move Away from the Pot

Experiencing the heady feeling of success over writing, and more importantly, sending the inaugural Love Letter to you my receptive friends, I immediately set out to write the next letter. For I’m well-acquainted with how my Master’s in Resistance and the Double Major I hold in the Faculties of Procrastination and Perfectionism can ruin the show.

Despite being aware of Resistance’s tactics in my life, when I sat down Monday afternoon to write Love Letter#1, Resistance took form this day as a scattered stream of thoughts about rewriting my business’s mission statement, making a cup of coffee, checking my horoscope which I rarely do (surprising I’m sure for those of you who know me to refer to my five planets in Libra at least once per conversation), washing the sheets, dusting the light fixtures, meditating to get the creative juices flowing, and wondering where I might have misplaced any type of chocolate.

Translation: I’m scared. I just may suck. I am not worthy. Not worthy. I suck.

So I know the game and after becoming aware of the Resistance going on in my head, I promptly plant myself in my chair because all I really want to do is be immersed in and write about Love. Two and a half hours later, the first letter is complete and ready to be sent. I am satisfied.

But I don’t send the email out right away. I’ll set an intention that somehow these letters make a difference. How will I feel if my friends don’t respond or worse they think what I write is terrible? How cool would it be to send the first letter at 5:55? Too bad it’s 6:02!! There’s no significance in that. Send the damn letter, Jenn. That’s not a very spiritual mindset. Maybe I should try again next week….

Stephen Pressfield writes a clever treatise on the subject of Resistance—The War of Art—in which he calls out Resistance as the number one enemy to our higher nature while breaking down its stealthy ways and how no one is spared no matter how noble the cause.

Below is a taste of Mr. Pressfield’s amusing insights as he chronicles RESISTANCE’S GREATEST HITS:

“The following is a list, in no particular order, of those activities that most commonly elicit Resistance:

1. The pursuit of any calling in writing, painting, music, film, dance, or any creative art, however marginal or unconventional.
2. The launching of any entrepreneurial venture or enterprise, for profit or otherwise.
3. Any diet or health regimen.
4. Any program of spiritual advancement.
5. Any activity whose aim is tighter abdominals.
6. Any course or program designed to overcome an unwholesome habit or addiction.
7. Education of every kind.
8. Any act of political, moral, or ethical courage, including the decision to change for the better some unworthy pattern of thought or conduct in ourselves.
9. The undertaking of any enterprise or endeavor whose aim is to help others.
10. Any act that entails commitment of the heart.
11. The decision to get married, to have a child, to weather a rocky patch in a relationship.

Do any of those resonate? Heck, yes! Having studied and witnessed the countless reasons we create blocks to realizing our dreams, I’ve come to know a few things about this Resistance Movement (aka the Resistance to Move) in my life.

Some form of resistance whether it stems from my subconscious programs, my friends, my family, my colleagues, the mailman, my doctor, or the gentleman in the lineup for the bank machine (Resistance does not play favourites) will present itself whenever I make an inner shift or embark on some new project or venture. In fact, nothing galvanizes Resistance more. And this is okay if I realize that Resistance and his allies will continue to surface as long as I have something to learn.

Resistance is incredibly astute in showing me where I’m still plugged into society’s matrix of fear, where I don’t value myself, where I need to control or how I’m being controlled, where I give my power away in my need for approval or acceptance, and where I haven’t given myself permission to step into whom I’m becoming.

I remind myself that when I meet Resistance and become aware of its presence, I’m actually on the precipice of moving forward— usually in a big way. I’m being gifted an opportunity to take my power back and sing with my inside voice at the top of my lungs (Tom Petty style), “Don’t come around here no more.”

Thankfully, at this point in the journey, the insights I’ve gained from my life experiences, the momentum in my life right now and the people who I know as Friends make sending Resistance away much easier when it does show up—most days. I know that once we crabs jump from the bucket far away from the bigger problem—that deadly, boiling pot of water—and return to the wide open sea of love and possibility, oh the freedom we have in exploring ourselves as pure consciousness, ready to align ourselves in love, offering our creations to the world.

And this opportunity and this ocean of love have been here for us all along and thankfully continue to be discovered by more and more of us who stand in our worthiness, willing to scurry to the edge, grab on to the rim and jump, never to return to the manmade containers that’ve held us captive—containers that destroy our Spirits just as the pot of boiling water will eventually kill the crab if he stays with his buddies in the bucket.

And the reward? From this new space and place, we ecstatically proclaim our miraculous shift to freedom, blissed out crabs finding other ecstatic crustaceans, all of us aligned to the magnificence awaiting us away from the pot.

Love Jenn (a freedom-loving Crab with five planets in Libra)

Love Letter #2
Wednesday, November 18, 2015