Guidance requires action, but it does not guarantee safety. --Carolyn Myss ANATOMY OF THE SPIRIT
Oh, this is something that scares me. I feel offended, almost defensive when I read this quote. First I think, you said this wrong, it should be ACTION RQUIRES GUIDANCE. But it’s inverted, guidance requires action. What the fuck does that mean Ms. Myss?
Why does this quote piss me off so much? Maybe because of, what seems to me, a purposeful conundrum. I hate new age spiritual babble…In To Me U See. Fuck you Carolyn Myss!
This is weird, because I usually like her. I usually like what she has to say. But I HATE this quote.
Why? Well, Guidance requires action. Does it really? This seems almost imbecilic! It’s like saying eating requires digestion. Of course, guidance requires one asking for help, and someone else helping or teaching or supporting. I would rather this said, “Guidance requires care, but does not guarantee safety” I prefer that, but one day if I have my own “spiritul” book with clever sayings that make people like DeepPockets Chopra rich, then I can say what ever I want.
The "does not Guarantee safety" is actually the best part of this quote. Safety is never guaranteed. That is true. Life happens, anything can happen at anytime. Safety is not guaranteed.
But I can’t help but think this is a statement in a contract avoiding some liability for some kind of physical activity. The roller skating rink, ski resort, bunji jumping company can not be held accountable if you get injured.
Apparently neither can Carolyn Myss.
I had no idea how bitter my 3rd chakra can be.
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Wow! I see it differently. In my own experience, everything in the world told me, "Don't marry Spencer. He undermines your self-confidence, he's ruining your music career, he smokes, he is lazy, doesn't want to travel at all, he doesn't like when you dress up or put on make-up, he's threatened by you in every way . . ." The guidance I got from my OWN GUT was, "run for your life!!!!!" but I didn't listen. I wanted the safety of MARRIAGE. I chickened out. I doubted myself and started to think, "Maybe I am nothing more than a glorified "stripper" on-stage, maybe I can't sing, maybe I'm just getting old and kidding myself, what use am I? who really fucking cares? I can deal with the smoking and the video games and the lack of affection - that's life, that's what my life has been, why should I expect more or anything different? at least i have a roof over my head." But my gut had more news for me. It wasn't until I was in the hospital with diverticulitis did I realize that taking the SAFE ROUTE WAS KILLING ME and that, afterall, I would finally have to listen to the guidance I was receiving and take action. I left my husband, my $63K a year job, the city I knew so well, and my dearest friends. The guidance was to venture where I hadn't gone before, to trust that there is love in the universe and to accept nothing less. I was not taught this. I only know I struggle(d) with it and that I had loving friends also trying to wrap their minds and hearts around love and compassion in a world full of violence and uncertainty.
so i've left, and my life is very different and every morning i wake up with new possibilities and as our economy tanks and xenophobia grows in Europe, and i get older, and there is more uncertainty than ever, i am happier in my life than i have been in a long long while. check in, what's my gut telling me, what am i going to do? no more fucking around. and i might not own a home, or have a "husband", or 2.5 kids, or am anywhere i thought i would be.
and my gut feels pretty damn good (except for when I eat too much sushi!)
PS: Chris, I love you!
You can sing!!!! And I love you too.
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