It’s been an uncomfortable week. Not painful, not distressing, just uncomfortable… The kind of uncomfortable that happens when you step beyond the familiar, just across the invisible border of your claimed and well trodden territory. There’s a reason we call it the comfort zone, there really is, but I couldn’t stay within it this week because sooner or later the comfort zone itself creates discomfort and so you are forced to explore further afield.

Exploring the discomfort was a fascinating insight into my own tendency towards ebb and flow, a universal pattern of energy distribution that shows up for us as individuals in our peaks successes and apparently bottomless failures, and for me this week has been about learning to fly again.

I remember almost to the moment when I felt my symbolic wings break, it was in 2012, a time of massive change for me. I received evidence of career recognition but my business structure collapsed, my marriage ended, but I met someone new, found where I was needed but also suffered massive rejection. I defined the Principles of The Wholly Grail but learned how far I was from living out those Principles… not only did my wings break in the midst of all these contradictions, I forgot over the time that followed that I’d ever known how to soar at all.

In the years that followed I was carried by angels wings, supported by celestial good will as I recovered my health, rebuilt my life and learned, but continued to focus only upon as much as humanly possible, all the while having forgotten that I’m only part human (part divine), and never really noticing that as I walked, head down, eyes on my feet which remained ever connected to the ground, that my wings had been mended, feathers now re-grown, and that the time I spent grounded had brought me such fuel for sharing and healing others, such wisdom packaged in empathy and compassion… ideas, dreams, strategies and beyond that – understanding.

So today I took my first flying lesson. Stretching my folded feathers for the first time in 5 years, I took a leap of faith and asked Source to catch me… He didn’t need to, He’d taught me what I already knew, what any child knows before the world of matter defines gravity and tells them it’s impossible… God taught me to fly again.

It was only uncomfortable until I realised I wasn’t falling, then I relaxed and let the wind carry me.

Flying might only be a metaphor in this case, but it’s a powerful one that you too can feel when you take life by the balls and step off the procrastination ledge. Know that you are so much more powerful than you think and that your comfort zone doesn’t have to be your prison.

Wishing you an amazing weekend… x