Soul-Baring Daily: To find the Extra in your Ordinary.
It is natural, yet not. We want to, but can not. The baring of the soul. The illusive, unknown soul.
Standing tall, proud, raw and bare, the soul alludes.
So we write, we share, we create, and we contribute, while sprinkling the essence of our soul unknowingly. The baring of the soul takes courage and vulnerability, completely letting go. It is for none other than ourselves. For our healing. For our loving. For our living.
“For every moment and every event of every man’s life on earth plants something in his soul.” ~ Thomas Merton
The soul is our rawness, our authenticity, our true one and only. It is a compilation of our life, our gifts, and our memories. We protect it, hide and shelter it. And sometimes we share it: Dancing, writing, singing, loving, praying, making love, reading, laughing, crying, creating, painting, cooking, climbing, meditating, falling…
“Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches can not. In your soul are infinitely precious things that can not be taken from you” ~ Oscar Wilde
So how do we nurture and bare our soul on a daily basis so that we remain authentic and real? So that life has meaning, not just on some days but on all days.
“The ordinary acts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.” ~Thomas Moore
It is the hourly, the daily and the weekly. It is the monotony. It is the routine. The baring of the soul is found in all of this.
It is we who put the extra in the ordinary. It is we who turn up the music while sweeping the floor and unloading the dishwasher. It is we who dream while paying our bills. It is we who write while envisioning our future. It is we who have the choice to bare all in our relationships. It is we who surrender to the quiet and the darkness on a rainy day. It is we who store extra sunshine in the lining of our pockets.
Is it risky? Sure. Baring the soul can be risky. It can also be vulnerable, frightening and full of resistance. But we have a choice. To live on the surface of the gum strewn, oil-stained, sticky tarred sidewalk that is walked on by millions OR we can slip into the cracks of the unknown, the depth of the underworld in which we feel, really feel.
And we can live there. And although some days may be dark, the days that all of our stored sunshine and light comes blazing through, we know it is worth it. The baring of the soul. The risk, the chance and the fall.