Get Cap, Wear Cape …….FLY!!!!

A myriad of emotions and plans run through my head. I am unsure of what is me and real and what is been programmed by my life, culture and beliefs. When preparing to start this venture. It seems that simple, "Get Cape, Wear Cap and FLY", but then my head gets in the way. Fear bubbles up around my ideas. telling me that perhaps there was no place for me here. I would stand amidst a throng of people completely unnoticed and unheard, or worse laughed at while I am opening my heart to the world. My head starts telling me about marketing, about market research, and price comparisons, but my heart sees into the souls of those who I have already had a chance to sit across the table from, listening to them bear their souls and ache for a soothing response. The memories of the smiles and hugs in offering some gentle healing through oils and a listening ear and I wonder, what of price comparisons. How much does my head need to drive this love, and if it drives at the wrong speed or intensity, will it completely shut down my heart? Then I remember a moment a long time ago when I walked into a room and there stood a man. Every part of my heart resonated with him and we could both feel it. There was not a moment of practicality in the room that night. I didn't ask for a list of his qualifications to hold my heart because I could tell he could. Since that night there have been logistical questions about school, careers, children, houses, and homes, life and death, but at the seat of this love rides a resonance that with each logistical question is an answer. There was and is a place that can be heard. It is deeper than the mind and higher than the emotions, it swells and speaks a language that is soft and rich and needs no ears to hear. Sometimes the hardest part is getting in tune………….. When my kids were studying the violin, their teacher showed me what happens when every string is in tune. When I play an A on the G string, the A string vibrates in resonance to the pitch it recognizes. The richness is compounded and the beauty of the instrument cannot fully be appreciated or heard unless each string is tuned to the next, until it rises and swells in completion of the melody it sings each in harmony and movement with each note. As I walked through life with my beloved, whose heart resonated with mine, sometimes the thing to do defied logic, I remember so many of those moments, some were door slamming, some were terrifying, some were heart breaking, but they each contributed to a melody sure and sweet providing healing and richness that I could only have dreamed about the first moment I saw his face. Each moment was as simple as "Get cape, Wear cape and Fly", except what is not shown in the picture is the fear, the not knowing, what it might look like if you fall. So we see people flying and we don't see their fear, the beliefs that have held them fast, the obstacles they have overcome, we only see the flight. To keep it simple, there is a resonance that you felt when you got the cape, when you put it on and that lead you to leap and fly. The fear will always be real, but to fly it is the voice and resonance of your heart that must be heard and heeded above that fearful message of the mind.