A small and unassuming pebble is the basis for this month’s musings from writer chick. Out for my 30-minute walk one morning my eye caught sight of this tiny presumably insignificant pebble, the size of my thumb nail; that “spoke” to me to pick it up. As I bent to obey and picked-up this pebble, I noticed that the surface was smooth and the texture perfect for rubbing between my fingers in a methodical and rhythmic motion. The pebble triggered a long forgotten memory of Worry stones that were popular during the era when I was a young adult just coming into my own sense of who I was in the world.
The definition of Worry stones from www.en.Wikipedia.org, the free encyclopedia is: “Worry stones are smooth, polished gemstones in the shape of an oval with a thumb-sized indentation. They originated in Ancient Greece. Held between the index finger and thumb, rubbing them is believed to lessen one’s worries. This action is a type of stim which can often create feelings of calmness and reduce stress levels. They enjoyed relatively large popularity in the 1970s.”
At the same time this memory of rubbing a Worry stone as a young adult floated into my consciousness another thought simultaneously took shape. The thought that, “wow look how far you’ve come in your journey into becoming your authentic self.” I no longer need something like a Worry stone because I no longer worry. How freeing it is to not worry?
Once like an Eeyore from the classic children’s fable Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne, I have transformed from being an Eeyore into being more like Tigger, The wonderful thing about Tiggers…Is Tiggers are wonderful things…Grrrrrrrrr ! ! ! !
Well, if I can go from a person who worried into one who now trusts that everything including myself is exactly as it is to be – you can too. I have gone free from worry. If you are a chronic worrier this may be a challenge to even comprehend that you can be set free from worry. Thinking back on all the time I spent worrying where did it really get me? Only more worried. Did it provide me with creative solutions to the problem; did worrying bring me closer to my real self or farther away? What is the price I paid for all the years of worry? Did it age me prematurely? And now that I have been set free from worry by truly trusting in myself, listening and acting upon my inner guidance and wisdom, I have discovered my secret for anti-aging and true happiness.
At the beginning of my transformational journey, the costs were high and the risks were great, but with a tremendous leap of faith, I dove into the work of putting all the pieces of me back together. For me, this meant embracing the light and the things I like about myself but it also meant facing the dark and the things that I presumed to be ugly about myself. Now after several years, I am on the other side and have found my balance and strengthened my inner trust muscle. My foundation runs deep, I have an inner stability that cannot be easily pushed around and I rely on my inner knowing to navigate the sometimes turbulent waters of life. Freedom from worry is the reward for staying diligent when sometimes I wanted to quit. I didn’t come here this time to quit but to go all the way whatever that looks like. As my dear departed friend, Peter Pickle once said: “we are works in progress” and I am unfinished, yet today I am more than ever who I really am to be.
So to the innocent pebble that I now keep on my desk as a reminder of how far I have come, I say thank you for your gift to me. I dream of a world where one day everyone will choose to lay down all worry and fear and begin the work of becoming their authentic self. This decision takes courage and commitment like never before, but in the end you are set free from your own self-imposed limitations, worries, and fears. My commitment to myself is now bearing good fruit and my life is real and worth living. Join me, won’t you? As we co-create Heaven on Earth.