Being Enough

Writing has always been my thing.  It soothes me, it helps me to remember things, and brings me joy.  A journal is forever by my side.  I write down funny things people say, absurd thoughts, and inspirations.  There is always a blog post idea every few days.  Sometimes I hear myself say a loud, “Now there is a blog post!”  I am certain to write it down in my journal, yet sometimes they do not make it to the blog.  My goal in writing is to be honest, authentic and vulnerable.  Sometimes topics are just too intense or involve other people whom don’t need exposure.

Yet today is a day that is about my awakening.  I work with a hard ass business consultant.  We met when I returned home after my tree hugging tour last December.  During our first meeting, he listened to me ramble on about all the things that I could do to earn money for about 5 minutes.  He did not even have the decency to nod and smile like we are all taught as children in order to be polite to at least look like you are paying attention.  My guy does not care about my feelings, he cares about my dreams!  For that I am forever grateful.  He asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.  That stopped my tirade of employable skills list.  I took a deep breath and with every fiber in my being I claimed my dream, “I want to write and be paid for it.”  He said,”Then do that. Stop all of this other madness and write.”

I took his advice and stepped into a world I was petrified of; actually going for my dream.  The plan was part time work to feed me so I could write my story.  My passion for writing was now free to blossom.  It felt so good to write my story even though it required me to look at the darkest parts of my journey. It has all been worth it for this week my hard ass business consultant I met this to discuss what is next now that the book is complete.

In our discussion the topic of publishing came up.  Somehow it slipped my mind that I did not tell him about my article in the Washington Post about my trip in March.  Now it was his turn to stop to look at me.  Apparently, being published in the Washington Post is a pretty big deal and I just dismissed it.  I sent my story in online and figured they had no other submissions.

“So let me get this straight, you let your self esteem issue get in the way of celebrating and capturing your achievement.  Stop that!” It kind of sucks hearing that one.  I had to shake my head yes.  Oh, and this consultant regularly makes me cry with his ability to see right through my delusions and tell me the truth.  As I realized that I have things to celebrate already in the writing world,  he follows up with, “I have read your book and know your story.  There is something here worth going after.  A message you must take to heart now is that you are ENOUGH just as you are!  It’s time for you to pick better men and love yourself even more!”

I drop my head, exhale, and feel the tears well up in my eyes.  He leans in to whisper, “If he will not move heaven and earth for you to achieve your dreams, then he is NOT your man. Keep looking.”

Apparently, I have some homework on all fronts and I am excited about it!  I continue to push through fears, old self defeating beliefs and am so proud of the gains I have made.  Yet I am far from done.  It’s time for all of us to believe we are ENOUGH and go kick some ass while achieving our dreams!

And, does anyone want to help me write a query to publishers?  I have no idea how to start that one.

Namaste!
Kristin

One year later and still a beautiful Mess

a beautiful mess a year later

One year has passed since I took the biggest leap of faith in my life.  I quit work and took an 11,000 mile car ride across the country to hug trees.  It is hard to believe a full year has passed.  As I drove away from my home last year, I had no idea what I would do or where I would move to after my return.  Many surprising and wonderful realizations happened in the past 12 months. My life is a beautiful mess and I love myself more everyday along this journey of mine.  Nothing happens as I planned, it comes out better than I could have imagined!

I learned while on the road how empowering it is to travel alone.  You can’t hide from yourself, your thoughts, or your emotions.  Tears overflowed as I moved through my loss of the life I thought I wanted.  As the tears dried, I realized how hatefully I had treated myself.  “How in the world will I find love in my heart if I refused to be kind to myself first?”  That was my main question throughout the trip.  Through my many solo hikes, conversations with God, and remembering the beauty in humanity, I remembered how to love myself fully.  Finally!  It is messy and I still have to stay dedicated to this, but it is beautiful too.

Upon my return, I understood that I wanted to experience life differently from this point forward in as many aspects as possible.  My go big of go home mentality kicked into high gear, except this time is was with love and peace at its core.  I no longer wanted to be a slave to responsibility gathering, money, or career status.  I have always loved to write.  I have done it my whole life.  It brings my soul peace.  Now I had a full story that needed to be told.  There was something in me that said it is time to share and heal myself more fully, and provide a voice to others.

I knew that I wanted to write full time, work part time and live peacefully with less.  That meant I put my joy of writing first, planned to work part time and keep life simple.  Deciding to stay in Danville weighed heavy on my heart at first.  This town is filled with a painful past and loss.  With further surrendering to my mind and following the voice in my heart reminded me that a home is not about a physical place.  Home is in your heart.  I only need a few friends, a few places to eat, a yoga studio, and many trees to hug along trails.  Danville provided all of those things, and I realized that I wanted to stay.

Next step was to find a part time job that supported my simplified life style.  I certainly wanted to do work differently.  I desired to spread cheer and joy to others and be paid for it in the line of Occupational Therapy.  Found it!  It is a wonderful job in a PACE program where I can focus on giving people what they need to thrive in their later years without stifling regulations. I have fun again at work and look forward to it.  I manage no one and now have the opportunity to be the employee I always wanted.  When I hear others complain about management I giggle to myself.  I say thank you to my boss regularly.  She knows I completely get what it is like to be in a management role.  It took several months to feel okay that I was not expected to get emails or phone calls when I was not at work.  It is freeing now to only work when I am in the building.  Just last week my therapy to my lovely participants was dancing to their favorite songs.  I forgot how wonderful work can be.

With my support system and job in place the writing simply flowed.  I started out writing a simplified version of my life while skirting around the tough topics.  With sharing the first rough draft with my daughter, she stopped me and said, “You have to tell the whole story.  All of it, the good, the bad and the ugly.  Tell it all, and set your soul free.”  I looked at her in disbelief and said, “The whole story?  Are you sure?  I will have to change everyone’s name.”  She responds, “Yes!  All of it. It is time.”  I took that leap and wrote my entire story.  It was incredibly painful, healing and loving all at the same time.   That book is in the final stages of editing and we shall see what the next step is.

I found authentic love and heartbreak this year too.  Just as I least expected it; I met and fell in love with the kindest man I have met.  He showed me that there are wonderful men in this world who are compassionate, emotionally present, fiscally responsible and fun all at the same time.  He showed me the power of honest communication even when it’s uncomfortable.  I received help without punishment or extra work.  I had a partner to enjoy the outdoors with.  I found someone who held my hand in the grocery store and in yoga classes.

Unfortunately, there is a challenge with listening to the Buddha of my heart rather than the comfort of my mind.  That is when I realized the highest good for all involved meant that I must step out of the way for him to find the life he desires that I can never give.  Now that pretty much sucks.  Love is selfless, but it does hurt sometimes when you are called to leave.  He showed me what is possible in love and a companion.  I realize that I like life with a partner.  I did not believe I’d ever be worthy of love again before I left for my tree hugging trip.  I know now that I am worthy of love, kindness, compassion, and honesty, just like everyone else.

This year concludes in a beautiful mess.  I am so thankful for every tear and every laugh, for they all lead me to this magnificent place called the present!

Namaste!
Kristin Springfield
Tree Hugger

 

 

The Tree of life rings true love

Tree of life ringJoy washes over me as my jeweler presents my tree of life ring to me.  It is a perfect mix of nature, art, love and gypsy style.  This ring is created with diamonds given to me by two significant people in my life.  I simply could not wear the original rings without heart ache, even though they were given with love in mind, that is long gone between the giver and I.

Back in January I returned to Arizona and Utah for a round two.  That trip was to revisit my most likely to move to locations.  The morning before I left, the Buddha in my heart gave me a clear message, “Wear your rings.”  Confusion and disbelief came to me.  Why would I bring and wear the rings that bring heartache along this journey of self discovery.  My inner Buddha responded with more love, “I will show you how these rings will bring you closer to your highest self.”  I shook my head and followed the Buddha of my heart.

Along my trip, I wore the rings on every hike.  There were 24 diamonds between the two rings.  The value of 24 came to life on a solo hiking trip in Sedona.   Each diamond represents a year of my life from the age of 20 to current time as a 44 year old.  At the age of 20, I chose to discover myself within a relationship and did not stop that until I turned 42.  There are many wonderful and heart breaking memories over the past 24 years in my relationships. I had to search a bit more to discover experiences each year that were only about authentically loving myself from 20 years old to now.  On my hikes throughout that two week trip revealed some amazing memories of personal triumph, love and courage.  The diamonds represent an authentic self loving experience of each year of life since I turned 20 years old and I am proud of myself for each and every one of them!

Those self honoring diamond experiences are now in the form of a magnificent ring designed and created from the Buddha within my heart.  This ring reminds me to bring love forward from all of my relationships especially the relationship with myself.

Thank you to the Buddha of my heart, for asking me to open my heart to these precious stones of the earth.  Something that is uniquely me now graces my life daily.

Namaste!

Kristin
Gypsy tree hugger