I’ve been wondering how to start this post for some time now, which leads me to reflect on how difficult it can sometimes be to start that new project or to find the courage to change and grow. For me, writing is a deeply personal process, and over the past year I have kept a journal as a way of deepening my understanding and insight into my thoughts and feelings.
I found this process a rich and valuable experience. I was able to rediscover some aspects of self that I had not acknowledged for some time. For example, I am a deeply values-driven person. Core values like authenticity, freedom and integrity keep coming up as a big deal for me, and these principles often influence the decision I make and the actions I take. I also re-learnt that I am a keen communicator. I enjoy having conversations with people and find the human condition both fascinating and, simultaneously, utterly complex.
So many nooks and crannies to explore, so many paths to walk and wander.
My work also brings me into contact with people and their many life stories. Wonder and wisdom waiting to reveal themselves at every fork in the road if we could only find a way to slow things down a little and pay attention to life’s many fascinating and wondrous elements.
In session, I sometimes use the term “locus of control”. It refers to the extent to which individuals perceive that their behaviour shapes the events in their life. Individuals with an internal locus of control believe they can shape life through their own decisions and actions. Individuals with an external locus of control believe that the events in their life are caused by outside influences rather than themselves. So as a person who is deeply flawed, I choose today to take personal responsibility for the things that keep getting in the way of me leading a more powerful, authentic and compassionate life. To work from a place of internal locus.
I also wanted to write this post as another way I can say “hello” to people and to get a personal project started. On a deeper level – because that’s what is meaningful to me – I wanted to experience how creative and reflective practice can shift and transform feelings of being stuck, so they literally start flowing onto the page and into the world.
It’s the first day of Autumn in the Mountains. The leaves are turning shades of gold and port wine, gently falling to the earth, grounded and restful. The birds are flying to better feeding grounds and I am here, starting a new season with humility, wisdom and a passion for beginnings. Every day a new beginning.