my tribe tied together

by rebecca on November 23, 2010

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          Today my altared space is this circle of hands. We strung beads as we tied our lives together with conversation, laughter and a united focus. These are my fellow cadets in a class studying life coaching with Martha Beck.       

          Although I just met them, some of their stories feel old and familiar. It is like the narration of our lives was stitched together long ago. Have you ever had a sensation like that upon meeting someone?         

          I’ve wanted to take this class for a long time, almost as long as I’ve been walking the road beside our home: 4 years. The road is set in the gorgeous Rocky Mountains, but the dirt is plain brown, like many paths beneath our feet. I tend to watch the ground because I collect treasures. Blades of grass and stones appeal to me. I’ll take a colorful rock over a diamond necklace any day.

          About 5 weeks ago I began to notice a few colorful rocks amidst all that brown dirt. I picked up one rock colored amber like a piece of sunshine laid down on the ground and put it in my pocket. The next day a hint of ruby smiled up at me and I picked that up as well. Soon I was doing more stooping than walking on that hill and I couldn’t explain how I’d overlooked those rocks for so many years.

          I was blind, but now I see.

          I collected a great many of these sunshine and ruby rocks and they whispered to me a great lesson that sometimes the treasures I long for are right under my feet, I simply have to open my eyes and scoop up the life that is waiting for me to put in my pocket. Like a class that has been lingering at the edges of my computer screen wanting to land in the every day to do list, or the friends waiting to fall into my heart.

          This is not the first time I’ve heard rocks speak to me. A year ago I rafted down the Grand Canyon. Erosion is a compelling concept from the bottom of that canyon, where the sky shrinks and the thick canyon walls leave the world of cell phones and skyscrapers behind. It is a womb where I was reborn.

          From the side of one of those towering walls thunders an ocean of current. An entire lake is held, invisibly, behind the wall that looms skyward. It presses on the side of this something that seems so solid and pounds its way out.

          With this state of mind I land in Havasu canyon.  A turquoise river and VW bug-car sandstone boulders meet my eyes. Tears leak down my cheeks the instant I begin climbing. Soft and gentle, yet utterly powerful; this is the story of the Grand Canyon. The carving tools: one grain of sand with persistence, one drop of water but mighty.

          Soft can be powerful. I made bracelets to help me learn this lesson and wore them on my arm for a year and a half.

          Then I sat in class with this circle of new friends and heard my teacher, Martha Beck, talk about Soft Power. Soft Power is the flow of the river that carves a Grand Canyon. As I rafted that canyon I knew it was Love that carves in my life. I felt the eroding power of one grain of life experience at a time bringing me to this moment where a canyon, a hike filled with hidden rocks and a lifetime of wearing bracelets opened me to a Power far Beyond me.

          I look for signs in  my life. I had envisioned the picture at the top of this page when I set out for Phoenix. I was on a journey to change the the prayer bracelets I wear that so define my spiritual journey.

          I change my bracelets infrequently. I wait for The Voice before making a move in that department.  So when the bracelets of Soft Power, gave way to ruby and sunshine I knew something in my life was shifting, even if that something was perhaps just my focus.

      

          What I couldn’t know was that the central message of our keynote speaker would put such a punctuation mark on this era of my life as my Grand Canyon beads came off. It may seem silly, and like the kind of coincidence I could make up, but to me it is a tiny roadside sign announcing I am living a life of intention. That is comforting to me.

          Soft Power opens doors to a wide berth of connection. I felt the evidence of eons worth as I rafted the Grand Canyon. I sense a new beginning as I circle up with new friends.

 

          Do you notice grains of sand eroding your life until you are carved ever deeper? Is the Soft Power of water washing over you making mighty changes drop by drop? Can you trace a series of circumstances in your life that make a Grand story? With whom does your life draw a circle?

 

 

This incredible photo of the Grand Canyon was taken by photographer, Peter Fay.

 

 I had to include a few random photos of my trip to and from Phoenix where I met these women to show how much ruby and sunshine I kept encountering along the journey.

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SuziCate November 23, 2010 at 8:40 am

Oh my, I don’t even know where to start on this one. As you are finding yourself and fulfilling your needs, your writing is becoming more focused and intense with explicit meaning. I wish I could express myself in this way. It sounds as if you’ve found a home in your soul and community. I feel that I times I’m still looking for that community home. Soft power…love that! You rafted the Grand Canyon…you are brave and adventurous. I only wish I was that courageous! Remember that nothing in your heart is made up…it is your truth and you need no validation from anyone but YOU! Love your new beads. Turquoise grounds and comforts me while ruby is more passionate and active for me. Love that you look for rocks, I do, too! Give me a stone anyday over a diamond!

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Yvette Francino November 23, 2010 at 12:04 pm

There are many passages in this essay that I think point to the spiritual journey you’ve been taking in life:

“I felt the eroding power of one grain of life experience at a time bringing me to this moment where a canyon, a hike filled with hidden rocks and a lifetime of wearing bracelets opened me to a Power far Beyond me.

I look for signs in my life. I had envisioned the picture at the top of this page when I set out for Phoenix. I was on a journey to change the the prayer bracelets I wear that so define my spiritual journey.”

I think this Soft Power that you describe continues to show us hidden treasures each day of our lives, if only we stop to look for them. You do such a wonderful job of helping us notice.

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rebecca November 24, 2010 at 8:07 am

SuziCate,

Please do not think me brave for rafting the Grand Canyon. I did it because I was terrified. I am married to my own Dirt Man (For those readers who have not visited her site, this is what SuziCate calls her husband, click her name and join the adventure) and I have been left behind so many times. I was worried about the future of our marriage and where things would go when the kids left. I’ve always loved camping and the outdoors…but the adventures? Hmmm. Turns out, the fear element added to the trip a cohesion and glued us together as nothing else could have. At least that was my experience. And really, the doing wasn’t so bad. Like so much of life, it’s the thinking that does me in.

Thank you for confirming that I’m finding a home and for sharing it with me.

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rebecca November 24, 2010 at 8:13 am

Yvette,

Thank you for noticing me.

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Suzie November 26, 2010 at 11:29 am

Rebecca – Your magnifecent old soul shines right through. What a pleasure to be on this journey with you…my gold rock is sitting on my desk next to my keyboard. Thank you

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Suzie November 26, 2010 at 11:31 am

Rebecca – Your magnificent old soul shines right through. What a pleasure to be on this journey with you…my gold rock is sitting on my desk next to my keyboard. Thank you

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rebecca November 26, 2010 at 2:41 pm

Suzie,

It’s a comfort to know there are stones and beads and so much more connecting us.

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Houkje November 28, 2010 at 4:15 pm

Rebecca,
Thank you so much for sharing your passion for beading with the tribe. What a wonderful way to ‘tie’ us together.
Houkje
ps. Am almost finished with The Host and am still loving it!!

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Emma Kate Lomax November 28, 2010 at 5:27 pm

It brought tears to my eyes xxx Much love Emma Kate xxx

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Heather of the EO December 5, 2010 at 8:24 am

I love this. A Soft Power.
I learn from you, friend. I do. And I’m really grateful that you share your heart the way that you do.

Thank you.

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rebecca December 5, 2010 at 9:47 am

Heather,

Thanks. So much.

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Allison Evans July 3, 2011 at 5:16 pm

This is a beautiful post, Rebecca. Here are my favorite things about it: 1) The idea that the treasures you long for are often right beneath your feet, you only have to open your eyes and notice them; 2) Your ideas about soft power, which brought back Martha’s talk to us so powerfully; 3) I just love your voice, I love that your writing voice is your speaking voice is YOU. You’re so wonderfully YOU. Thank you for not being anyone else, and for the writing that pours from your poetic soul. xo

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rebecca March 20, 2012 at 12:39 pm

You! You! You! This idea, from Martha Beck’s book about a Wild New World, is that we recognize others and our heart simply CONNECTS. Yes. Isn’t it just abundant?

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