My memory takes me to my 17th birthday when my parents surprised me with a portable vinil player (that looked like a little hard suitcase). I was so surprised! With the gift but mostly with the feeling of...ah...they see me, they kind of noticed that I wanted to listen to music...that feeling was the big surprise.
It feels as recognition of my inside home, my soul, my Self. At 70 now, it shows me that I am still 'there', I had just pushed my Self aside and chose to live on a performative mode...all these years. Going to that memory showed me the longing that I can choose to allow it to be transformed into...'I know where home is now'...Thank you again Monica!
This story fills me with such JOY and I remembered my own experience with my father who spoke little, was a quiet presence in our home and my secret hero. This particular memory is one of my top 5. It was 1970 and I was 16. My father, my bratty little sister and I were watching Hullabaloo Anyone remember that show with the dancing girls on top of pillars? Well, my father, who NEVER commented on clothing or anything of the sort, turned to me and said, "Honey, you need a pair of white go-go boots." Ha! I was shocked and amazed that his practical nature could envision me in such a thing. I never got the boots but that evening has stayed in my heart and gives me such a feeling of love and recognition. And...though I didn't feel it at the time, I now feel that if he could imagine me stepping out in white go-go boots, then who knows what's possible!
I wish you could see me, right now. I am grinning ear to ear! I remember Hullabaloo and yes those white go-go boots! I had a pair. Maybe go find a website that sells retro and grab a pair to place on a shelf- just for the helluva it!
Enjoy this memory, treat it like gold, but spend that gold on building new neuropathways in your brain so that your soul can activate ideas and suggestions!
Thank you Monica. This was a gorgeous explanation of the internal workings of the transition so many of us are in. It can be confusing when we don’t understand that it isn’t new thoughts that are needed, but a whole new (old) system to run them through. It’s so helpful to see the role these juicy memories can play in reawakening our original architecture. You expressed it all so well and I now have a list of delicious small things I can feel to reacquaint myself with myself!
I love this story. Thank you for sharing. I’m still working full time but am very much looking forward to not going to a job but focusing on creating what calls to me.
My memory takes me to my 17th birthday when my parents surprised me with a portable vinil player (that looked like a little hard suitcase). I was so surprised! With the gift but mostly with the feeling of...ah...they see me, they kind of noticed that I wanted to listen to music...that feeling was the big surprise.
How did the memory feel in your body?
It feels as recognition of my inside home, my soul, my Self. At 70 now, it shows me that I am still 'there', I had just pushed my Self aside and chose to live on a performative mode...all these years. Going to that memory showed me the longing that I can choose to allow it to be transformed into...'I know where home is now'...Thank you again Monica!
This story fills me with such JOY and I remembered my own experience with my father who spoke little, was a quiet presence in our home and my secret hero. This particular memory is one of my top 5. It was 1970 and I was 16. My father, my bratty little sister and I were watching Hullabaloo Anyone remember that show with the dancing girls on top of pillars? Well, my father, who NEVER commented on clothing or anything of the sort, turned to me and said, "Honey, you need a pair of white go-go boots." Ha! I was shocked and amazed that his practical nature could envision me in such a thing. I never got the boots but that evening has stayed in my heart and gives me such a feeling of love and recognition. And...though I didn't feel it at the time, I now feel that if he could imagine me stepping out in white go-go boots, then who knows what's possible!
I wish you could see me, right now. I am grinning ear to ear! I remember Hullabaloo and yes those white go-go boots! I had a pair. Maybe go find a website that sells retro and grab a pair to place on a shelf- just for the helluva it!
Enjoy this memory, treat it like gold, but spend that gold on building new neuropathways in your brain so that your soul can activate ideas and suggestions!
I found a great image to use as my desktop wallpaper! :)
Excellent!
Thank you Monica. This was a gorgeous explanation of the internal workings of the transition so many of us are in. It can be confusing when we don’t understand that it isn’t new thoughts that are needed, but a whole new (old) system to run them through. It’s so helpful to see the role these juicy memories can play in reawakening our original architecture. You expressed it all so well and I now have a list of delicious small things I can feel to reacquaint myself with myself!
I love this story. Thank you for sharing. I’m still working full time but am very much looking forward to not going to a job but focusing on creating what calls to me.
Thank you Monica!