Let’s talk about our wisest selves.
The self that speaks as if she is your favorite aunt, best friend, New Age guru and sweet grandmother all wrapped up into a neat, powerful ball of love.
I hope you have one. Or should I say, I hope you have met your Wise One. We all have one but meeting does usually take some sort of invitation.
Sometimes that invitation is our own wise self realizing we need to invite a heavy hitter to our Sage Council. The one that meets at 1 a.m. when we can’t go to sleep.
Sometimes that invitation is life one-two punching us with a combo we just didn’t see coming. And we’re on our knees.
At times, it might just be a nagging feeling that we explore instead of ignore. We ignore our parents’ well-meant advice and become a cello player instead of an accountant.
And some very lucky ones among us have been in touch with their Wise One since the wee years of their life. Those old souls can be such showoffs, can’t they? Harrumph.
I sometimes hear the words of my wisest self coming out of my mouth as I’m crying. Or hurt. I hear myself ending a relationship or turning down a potential job and thinking—why? Why oh why do I have to do this when it hurts so much or seems to make no sense?
My weaker, very human side just wants comfort and security. A pat on the back, a warm body next to mine, a steady income. All very good, relevant goals.
Sometimes our soul path is about so much more. It’s about taking us somewhere that is new or scary, but hopefully better than where we’ve been. It’s about allowing wisdom and the gravity of a situation to filter into our tiny human pea brains a drop at a time until, suddenly, the picture becomes clear and even though we hate what our Wise One has shown us, we get it.
And when we get it, we take action. Like it or not. Because Wise Ones do not lie. They may inflict pain with words or insights we don’t want, but they. Don’t. Lie.
I have become wise enough to know just this. It will all make sense one day and that day does not have to be today.
Here is to your wisest self, friends. I’m glad it’s alive and kicking.