awakenings are like the changing of seasons

Awakenings Are Like the Changing of Seasons

 
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Awakenings happen like the changing of seasons. We all have a catalyst, some of us a crisis, that prompts our awakening, but the awakening itself is definitely an -ing. It is ongoing, happening over time, something in progress and in process.

When does it "become spring"? Humans decided it happens on the equinox, but nature just sees a constant shifting toward life, toward death, toward life again. Expansion and contraction and expansion again, and so on and so on.

I have a feeling awakening is like this, too — that we will never get to a moment and determine that we are now finally Awake ... we are just more awake than yesterday and last week and last year.

And we'll keep on waking up some more, on into tomorrow and next week and next year, if we let ourselves.

every woman needs a catalyst for awakening

Every Woman Needs a Catalyst for Awakening

 
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Every woman needs a catalyst.

And hear me: it doesn't have to be a rock-bottom, life-falling-apart kind of catalyst, either. It could be a gentle nudge, a soft gasp as our eyes flutter open.

But yes, we need a catalyst. We will never wake up out of our dream-reality of our own volition, throw off the veil, and finally begin to see and understand more clearly than we have before. Why? Because we cannot see what we cannot see.

So yes, we need a catalyst. But here's the other thing: we will also probably have more than one. We are, as Sue Monk Kidd wrote, always "waking up and then waking up some more."

And this is why the heroine's journey is a spiral, and not a circle like the hero's journey. Women are always waking up some more, undergoing the journey all over again, always starting anew.

We are never finished waking up. And what a glorious thought.