Three decades ago, my spouse and I married. Some moments feel like an eternity. Some moments feel like yesterday. Time has a special way of playing with our mind and memories. One such memory is indelibly marked with humor, humility, and horror…
Let me share.
On return from our honeymoon in Germany and Austria, Rich and I stopped at my parent’s home in Belleair Bluffs, Florida, to pack up our wedding gifts and remaining items left at the end of our wedding. Our intimate ceremony was held in my childhood home where my parents lived, and the celebration with friends and family was enjoyed locally. We departed for our honeymoon travels from there. The memory stoking my fire now, took place in my parents’ foyer and their driveway. I was in the foyer packing wedding presents. My father was in the driveway packing the car (for their summer trip to Maine.) Rich innocently lingered, slowly getting familiar with the Knight family ways, and …
As I feverishly organized boxes, gifts, and packing paper for our travel back to Massachusetts, carefully and systematically getting our belongings ready for a trip, Rich stood motionless watching me. After what seemed an eternity, I looked up and snarled, “Don’t just stand there. Do something.” With wisdom he retains to this day, he silently, carefully, walked away.
He ventured outside where my father possessed the same feverish packing energy. After a few minutes, my father stopped and looked at Rich. Without batting an eye, he declared, “Don’t just stand there. Do something.”
Some of you may be able to relate to the doing doing doing and a numb stalled person “not helping.” Some might be wondering how our marriage survived. Most of you recognize both the desperation of trying to get work accomplished and the innocence of not being present to the urgency caused by our doing culture.
I wish I could say that after three decades I am a recovered doer and life flows like a smooth gorgeous river of ease. There are those moments. And, presently, I am face- to -face with my doing. Instead of admonishing her as a terror or maniac, I am holding her fiercely with loving arms of acceptance, compassion and admiration. Yes, she gets shit done and I bow to her generative nature and powerful heart. With this soft opening, I am able to pause and breathe.
There is no glory in results if you have little left in your reservoir for life. Cultural and familial messages, that pressure us beyond our heart’s knowing, push us away from our real work in the world—our real sanity, our real gifts. As the decade comes to a close, we can pause, stop and drop. In the space of non-doing, breathe. Come into our body. From our deep well of body wisdom we make the best decisions about life.
A few weeks remain in the decade of the 2010s. Seize the completion moments with confidence, grace and intention. In my non-doing space this morning, this declaration appeared for my real work.
Somatic Finance meets a present situation in our modern money culture so that evolution of our species is possible on this planet. I, Gayle, feel joy, confidence, energy, connection and love holding hands with this vision of a humane world where we all belong.
Our real work is a gorgeous balance of doing and being. In this flow of elegant inseparable movement, we make the best decisions about our wealth. We make the best decisions about money. Join me in elegant flow, completing what asks to be completed, grounding in now and opening to new possibilities in a fresh decade of life.
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