Thank You, Pain

Most of you know by now that I truly believe in the power of gratitude as a conscious, daily practise. For me, it is the quickest way to shift my mood, to change my life – to create miracles!

However, I know that while it is easy to say THANK YOU for joy, peace and excitement, what about the rest? Can we be thankful for the less obvious good? Even if it broke our heart…open? We needn’t deny our hurt and disappointment in the process but in my experience, it is often the most challenging moments that reveal the true strength and power of our Spirit, and remind us of who and what truly matters.

For those reasons alone, I find myself grateful and forgiving, not just today but many times over.  It is, as I said, a daily practise for me and not always easy to remember.

The following words flowed through me a couple of years ago and though it was written to express my own feelings, I am sharing it with you now because it’s is essentially about this very topic – about focusing on my huge blessings in disguise  –  and you may relate to it, too.

THANK YOU for being here and reading about life and love as I know it (now)!

Anna

THANKFUL

I am thankful for the words that hurt me,
and open a wound to bleed.
I am thankful for the tears I cry,
and how they set me free.
I am thankful for eyes that show me,
and the truth I begin to see.
I am thankful for the ways I love
and the heart I wear upon my sleeve.

I am thankful for the scars that mark me
and remind me I am whole
I am thankful for my heavy metal
never recognized as gold
I am thankful for every story
and the lies both bought and sold
I am thankful for the time that wasn’t
and those that couldn’t ever know

I am thankful for the ties that break me
and prove to me I’m strong
I am thankful for the chance to choose again
when the rest is all but gone
I am thankful for all the bruises
that breathe life into my song
I am thankful for the ways I love
and for the me I can become…

© Anna Taylor 2012

 

The Angels’ Voice: A Message for Messengers

Today, I write to acknowledge the voice that says I cannot. The incessant, nagging voice that has become increasingly loud at the first sign of an opportunity to share my writing more publicly. The voice that tries to convince me that there is nothing I could write that hasn’t already been done, and that even if there was, it could be far more eloquently and skillfully expressed by someone with a college education or at the very least, more experience of writing – and of life.

It is a hesitant, anxious voice that pulls me back to a time when I fully immersed myself in creativity, only to be exposed to a barrage of criticism and judgement. The voice that even pulls me away from sitting here, giving me countless reasons why I should divert my attention to something else more important. It is almost paralyzing in it’s assault, which only enforces the feeling that I am unqualified and incapable…

However, as I give this voice some space to air itself, I feel another warm, friendly tone rising up above the fear. The voice that reminds me, as it always does, that comparing myself to anyone or anything is completely unnecessary and who I am, the road I’ve travelled, and what I’ve learned along the way is unique; that as I show up, authentically as me, those who are drawn to my energy and my perspective will show up, too. Whether that be one, or a thousand or even a million people is not up to me, but it is up to me to decide to be the messenger I have always known myself to be. This soothing voice, fills me to the brim and coaxes me into remembering that this sense of purpose, this calling within my heart, is the only qualification I need. So all I have to do, as this moment proves, is to be REAL because the quest for human perfection is the number one reason for procrastination and inactivity. And, as if to lift me from my slumber, the voice gently repeats a truth I’ve heard many times: I am, as every other soul is, Divinely perfect. And this is my message. This is THE message within my writing here and maybe the only message there ever truly is: I am enough. We are ALL enough.

This is the voice of love, this is the Angels’ Voice. I am listening. I am allowing. I am sharing. I AM.

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*Inspiration is inspiration. It is not logical or planned. It is spontaneous and magical. It is not to be justified or explained, because some things are just unexplainable. Except that it can make the non-sensical seem like the most sensible and only thing left to do. And turn an ordinary person, place and moment into the most extraordinary hero, journey and gift.

©Anna Taylor

*This paragraph was written in 2011