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I've always been attracted to simple living. This includes walking or riding a bike instead of driving, bringing my own home-cooked lunch to work, making instead of buying gifts, buying practically all my clothes at the thrift store, and no doubt countless other ways in which I "do things different" and don't realize. For me the ideas are based on living a holistic lifestyle which is healthy and in harmony with and respectful to Nature. Living where you can walk or bike to work, for instance, allows you to exercise naturally during your day, rather than paying money to exercise at a gym...because the rest of the day all you did was sit!
In the 90's I started a "Voluntary Simplicity Support Group" in my town. We met for eight and a half years. I remember when I first heard the term "Voluntary Simplicity". It was like when I first read about masturbation in "Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Sex but was Afraid to Ask". Bewildered and disbelieving, I thought, "You mean there's actually a WORD for that?" I was shocked and a little appalled to learn there was even a magazine (more paper, more trees, more intellectual discussion instead of actually changing one's life...how ironic!) covering this theme.
For five years in the eighties I lived abroad, in England and India. For those five years I didn't drive a car, as both countries were set up for easy walking, biking, bussing. This manner of getting around spoke to my sensibilities and from that point it was always my desire to live where I could walk or ride to town as well as walk and be in the woods. I struggled much with wanting to live in the country but also acknowledging that I like the resources of the city and do not desire to spend all my time living "self-sufficiently". While I agree with it in principal, I am an artist and having time for creative expression is my priority. Little did I know that I would find my dream lifestyle in village life, Mexico.
In 2006 I quit my job to follow my heart and dreams. In other words, I jumped off a cliff.
This web blog is the story of what happened and is still happening as a result of that jump.
With the Love of my Life,
Robin Rainbow Gate
Note: The entries that follow are not necessarily chronological and they may appear as thematic.
Quitting my job in 2006 required a level of trust and courage that I had often admired in others and was not sure I'd be able to muster in my own life. I had imagined that I would feel strong and full of Connection when I got to that place. I thought strength and connection would get me to that place. For me, courage and trust came because it was either that or die. It wasn't that I was "ready" to jump, it was that I could no longer bare to remain where and how I was. And so I decided that I would live my life from that point forward from my heart and soul, deepest desires, visions and intent. And so, just before my membrane threatened to rip, I rejoined my actual path, or what I choose to believe is my path based on its sense of harmony.
The four years before I "jumped", I had struggled much with trying to expand and stretch enough to be able to do everything that was interesting and important to me. I spent much time either exhausted or totally wound up and disconnected from my Self and "It", (Source, Creator, Universe, the Force Starwars speaks of). When I couldn't get myself to exercise and meditate before going to work, I judged I was a failure, not good enough, and that there was something wrong with me. I found often that I would do my Native American spiritual assignments void of the connection I desired and knew, because I didn't have time and space within to Connect. I could not do it all. Lab results revealed a low thyroid and I began to entertain the image that I am now a flower wilting into middle age, and that maybe I just can't do and sustain everything anymore. I considered that maybe at this point in my life, I actually need to slow down and do less in order to feel clear and connected. I considered this picture of "middle age" and could even imaging accepting it. It would mean I accepted that I was being processed along toward my death. The idea of living a life in connection with myself and Source was relieving and calming. Then the other part of me kicked in. The part that wants to be able to all I want for as long as I want, without limits. This part of me has an opinion that I should be able to continue "doing it all", and says that to change my approach would be to cave in, give up and lose. I pushed the concept of a different lifestyle away and continued working full time, having my business, and being strongly involved in my spiritual work and community. Until finally, the summer of 2006 at work, I was expected to stretch and expand one too many times. The membrane I had pulled so often, finally began to tear and I began to hear and believe that I could not, indeed would not continue in this way any longer.
Suddenly I saw my life as a set of hanging scales. On one side was my job, working all the time to have money to do the things I wanted to do but not having time nor energy to do them. This side of the scale had always been the heavy side, weighing more than the other side.
The scale's other curved metal pan held the desire, passion, knowing and utter unwillingness to die without having lived and followed my dreams. With this stark clarity, the fear of letting go of the illusion of financial security (for there is no security, no owning, no having, really) lost its fear-hold on me. Suddenly, jumping off the cliff was the only thing I could do. I could die doing what I didn't want or die doing what I did want. The choice was obvious. And I knew that the only way I could possibly make this jump was trusting completely that if I jumped, the Universe would care for me. This concept is based on the beliefs that A., there is a caring Universal entity/power/force and that B., in this Universe, following one's heart is a good thing,
I presented the scale image to my boss and explained to him that all the things on the "work/security" side of the scale no longer had the weight. The scale had shifted and now the "jump/follow my heart" side weighed heavier.
I jumped off the cliff.
This web blog is the story of what happened and is still happening as a result of that jump, whose winds drew me to a simple village life in the mountains of Mexico and a conscious journey of unpeeling, dying and transforming...over and over, deeper and deeper, and still. |