We stood on the bluffs three blocks from our home, our ... out to the scenery which expanded for miles across the ... inhaled deeply and said, "You have to admit it: ...
We stood on the bluffs three blocks from our home, our eyes reaching out to the scenery which expanded for miles across the Valley.
Katherine inhaled deeply and said, "You have to admit it: Bakersfield really is beautiful."
How many times had I looked at that same view and compared it with other bluffs: ones that I perceived to be far more pleasing to my eyes?
I blocked the beauty that Katherine saw.
All I tuned into was the oil fields with their derricks and trucks and criss crossing roadways connecting well to well. From my perspective it most closely resembled the barrenness of the moon. I longed for the views from my childhood bluffs which opened onto the Pacific Ocean.
In the flash of a moment, my perspective changed as I turned my heart towards both my daughter and the community I call home. I allowed myself to stretch and see from Katherine's viewpoint. My heart gently turned.
I smiled and responded, "You are right, Katherine. Bakersfield IS beautiful."
Last night I did something that took a lot of courage. I made a phone call to my oldest brother to see if he would be interested in partnering with me on a project. We rarely speak these days, something that leaves a void in my life. I decided to step up to the plate, all the while acknowledging that the outcome of the conversation could be almost anywhere imaginable.
Our conversation started out well, with me being a combination of little goofy sister and professional entrepreneurial woman. Then it happened. I felt a shift.
Something in his words told me he was not seeing or hearing my perspective.
My words stopped flowing, the little sister and the professional entrepreneur flew off the phone line and were replaced by a confused, tongue tied stranger.
In the next moment, something very intriguing happened. My brother said, "I hope you prove me wrong. Then you can laugh at me for making the wrong decision."
I became fully myself when I spoke the words, "Nahhh, I would never laugh at you."
Quicker than the words were spoken, I was overtaken with emotion. It was in that moment I realized how far I had come. I had known that I was taking a risk in making the call. I knew that he might not see the vision that I held. And I knew that no matter what happened, everything would be exactly as it was meant to be.
As I spoke those words, "I would never laugh at you," my heart turned towards my brother. And then he turned his heart subtly towards me. He started asking me questions about my project. Specific, direct questions.
I muttered some answers as the lump in my throat grew expansively. The call ended and I hung up the phone.
My children were a bit confused about Mommy walking around the house crying and saying "I am so proud of myself! I did it, I did it! I am so proud!" Four year old Emma asked, "Why are you crying, Mommy? Stop that crying now!" and Katherine, my wise almost ten year old just stood and hugged me.
I reached out towards Emma, who did not understand the words while she understood the hug.
The hug communicated clearly. Our hearts were entwined.
A critical shift happens when your perspective changes and your heart turns in a different direction. Heart turning eliminates judgement, competition and comparison. It allows the individuals to see many perspectives.
Hearts that turn bridge gaps between where you are and where the possibilities are desiring for you to go. When hearts do not turn, or worse yet, turn away, the gulf widens.
A turning heart awakens change. It literally allows rebirth. It has exponential power over trouble and indifference. It is victorious over darkness. It eclipses death.
In the 14th Century, two significant events swept Europe. Black Death (also known as the Bubonic Plague) killed by different accounts 1/3 to ½ of the population of Europe. It was a time of significant social change as the early seeds of the Renaissance were taking root.
Although challenging to imagine in a 21st century world, imagine the optimism of the era and the devastation of the era. Feel for a moment as the energy teetered between the two opposing feelings.
Death or Rebirth.
Death and Rebirth.
Rebirth and Death.
Turning hearts birth eras.
The key figure in the earliest glimmerings of this rebirth was Francisco Petrarch: Italian cleric, poet laureate, philosopher. Renaissance Man. With his heart, he wrote these words in reference to himself in one of his famous letters: "an insignificant and obscure name will scarcely penetrate far in either time or space." And here you sit, reading his words 7 Centuries later.
We remember how a self proclaimed insignificant figure together with his contemporaries changed the face of history.
Hearts turned and lives changed. Just like today in your life, when hearts turn, lives will continue to change. The seeds of transformation are sown by the brave few who say "Yes!" as they subtly shift towards their destiny.
Henry Ford said these words: "The man who is too set to change is dead already. The funeral is a mere detail." Allow yourself to reawaken, become fully alive, rebirth.
Julie Jordan Scott is a Personal Success Coach who left her career as a government bureaucrat and built a successful business in less than six months. She now combines mothering 4 children with inspiring people worldwide with her books, ezine, teaching and personal coaching. Visit http://www.5passions.com for free resources for YOUR success Contact Julie now to bring YOUR vision to life today. ph: 661.325.4116 or email mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org