Then I got hit with another whammy - "The Opening". (http://www.settingheartsfree.com/opening.html). See, I got this email from a man who had led one module of a four-day intensive I had attended. The module, and his team, scared the wits out of me; I hated it (and I do not use that word lightly). By the time the module was over I had deep respect for the depth of this man's heart, but I sincerely never wanted to see him ever again. Not long after I returned home, thankful for having survived, he sent an email about something called "The Opening", where you could discover who you really are, and he promised - promised - that it was nothing at all like what I had attended with him previously.
Oh yeah? I was not convinced. However, I also didn't delete the email. Hmmmmm. The prodder and my scary friend were messing with my mind. Or maybe my mind was just ready to be messed with.
As the date for The Opening grew closer, Mr. Scary sent other emails. After the fifth one arrived, sitting in my inbox with the other four, I finally gave in to what I knew in my heart - I wanted to attend The Opening. It was just too intriguing to pass up. However, I was a bit cowardly in that I didn't exactly want to go on my own. So my loving husband and I hopped on a plane for Colorado, picked up his sister, and armed with my family on each side, off I went to be "Opened".
Long story short, The Opening was everything advertised, and then some. I came away from the five days elated, calm, purposeful, and knowing that everyone has a purpose, and tremendous gifts. There was no going back, ever, because to go back meant to not serve. I have discovered that to deny being in service to others becomes more painful as time winds on. And I do have those painful days, when I feel as though I have absolutely nothing to offer that anyone could be remotely interested in. Two steps backward. Who am I, anyway?
Oh. Yeah. The Opening. Now I remember. Three steps forward.
So here I am, at a crossroads in my life. Ironically, I've been in computer customer service for most of my adult career-life, and while it's been good, it doesn't feed my soul as much as being in the presence of animals, and helping people through those gentle, wise beasts. So my plan is to learn a new skill, and with that, get out there and help people find themselves. We are so lost these days; life moves at a tremendous pace and we often fail to stop and smell the breakfast, much less the roses.
Animals have a wonderful ability to live in the present moment, drawing us out of ourselves and our frantic lives, and helping us understand who we really are.
Wow, a little bit like The Opening, only with fur.
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