One Life To Live
Written by Stephanie Renee on December 13, 2015
You gotta love when circumstance leads you precisely where you need to be.
A few months ago, I remembered that I had a vacation package set to expire at the end of the year, so I had to figure out a way to use it quickly. My original intention was to head to New Orleans, but after already making my annual journey to the Big Easy earlier this year, I checked the other available destinations and landed on Sedona, Arizona. Land of the Red Rocks and day spas.
Though I have very little Native American lineage in my DNA, there are plenty of other characteristics that draw my spirit to the Sedona area. Like New Orleans, you get the feeling that ancestral energy is never too far away and that it’s quite easily accessible. Take the image attached to this blog, for instance. I am not sure whether those rocks were carved or naturally effaced, but the idea of wise benevolent faces looking down from on high brings me comfort and peace. With all of my elders gone, I like the idea of being guided by proxy.
I have a few friends who often describe me as some kind of fearless superhero, because they were there to bear witness to my shift from full-time to self-employment. They cheered me on through years of artistic exploration, though very few people knew how stressful the lean times were. The times when “net 30” on my invoices was treated like a soft suggestion. When a 50% deposit for projects would be all the money I’d see once the work was completed. I’m not too proud to admit that a few such incidents took me right to the edge of my confidence and faith, but I kept pushing because I knew that I was clear on my life’s purpose. Clarity of purpose is a close cousin to strength, and who am I to correct someone if that’s the impression they have?
I got some great advice from some day spa workers while I was in Sedona. They are in the business of listening and interpreting, and they both suggested that part of my challenge once I returned home to Philly was to spend more of my personal time at a lower life volume. To listen more intently to my inner voice. I would love to be able to sit at the feet of my elders and run through options and ideas with them, but now that they’ve passed, I’ve got to shut out the noise and listen to me. Whatever time I had with my family is more than some people get, so now the trust and the wisdom have been instilled in me. I’ve got to get busy securing those things that bring me joy, with only my own desire as permission.
Thank you, Sedona, for reminding me of what I already knew. Like the title of the old ABC soap opera, I only have one live to live (this go ’round, anyway). So I’d better stop waiting for signs or asking permission and get after it.