forging a path

"Forging" is a word that has some serious heft to it.

I think of firm-bodied men and women who come from hearty peasant stock.  They clear the land of dense forest to set up shop in their newly tamed patch of land.  And they bear litters of stocky children to help them claim and clear more land.  It speaks of fierce determination and a mighty horse-drawn work ethic.

To be honest though, I was originally leaning towards  “faking a path to overcoming the overwhelm” as a tagline.  On any given day, I walk out into the world wearing my “fake it till you make it” sunglasses.

Either word will do the trick if it gets me closer to a place of balance. Finding or creating a place of sustainable serenity that is far past the fields of fear, panic and debilitating anxiety.

But “forging” speaks more strongly to the fact this work.  This awakening to reactive patterns.  To noticing addiction to anxious activity,  And to climbing out of the ocean of overwhelm. Simple but certainly not easy.

We store our stories deeply in our cells .  We reveal one or two lifetimes of anecdotes with every step and every breath we take.  So, one step at a time, one breath at time, the stories are asking to be re-written.  The breath is calling out to be breathed consciously.  And the peace that comes from being only in the present moment can be experienced.