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Day 11 - Listen to the quiet voiceLately all of these messages are coming to me. There is a quiet voice guiding me with each step and nurturing me towards living a more authentic life.

With each passing day, I seem to be taking better care of my body, my spirit, and our world. Even this project #The100DayProject is fueling me as an activist, a dreamer, and a creative soul. More and more I am loving myself just as I am and slowly releasing the people and things that no longer serve me. In fact, I have begun to think of this time as ‘Shedding the Weight’.

The quiet voice is leading me to four social/political actions of varying sorts this week alone. There is so much work to do in our world and it can only happen if I am willing to:

  • perform “a simple act of caring”.
  • “believe that I can make a difference and then go our and do it.
  • take time to nurture my spirit and navigate what I need so that I can remain present for others.
  • be light.
  • feed the hungry.
  • trust the silence.
  • plant seeds.
  • love deeply.
  • wage justice.
  • listen to the quiet voice within.
  • and so much more. . . .(hoping for 89 more days worth.

The quiet voice is teaching me to take one step and then another. As I think my teacher SARK would say, I need to allow for the wisdom of the inner wise soul and allow her to guide me so that I can best show up and navigate all the moving parts of my life including repairing our world.

If you really took the time you need to listen to the quiet voice within you, what would you do differently? How would you change?

Onward with love, light, and creativity,
Chava

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Note: I will be Counting the Omer for a total of 49 days, from Passover to Shavuot or from Slavery to Freedom. For many, this is simply the Counting the Omer; for others, it is a tool for exploring the kabbalistic teachings in an organized way. For me, it is a time to actively reflect on my Journey Towards Wholeness. The more I am whole, the more free I will become.  [http://t.co/dBPYjDxSGj . . . .]

Photo Courtesy of Randall Miller: Western Minnesota

Photo Courtesy of Randall Miller:
Western Minnesota

Yesterday, I spoke about trusting and listening to the inner voice that guides you.  As challenging as that can be, it is also so very necessary if you want to live life to the fullest. http://t.co/gIyfSxKvSh

Today, I want to take that one step further. While we can all choose to listen or not to listen to the messages in our head and/or in front of us, we truly have to be able to put ourselves out there, to trust that we matter.

As a young girl, my life didn’t matter; my opinions weren’t important to anyone in my daily life. But somewhere a long the way, there were people in my life that heard me.  They guided me towards seeing myself as special or worthy in some small way. http://wp.me/pthnB-xA I am not sure if I would have found my voice without them; I probably would have never felt like I mattered without them letting me know that I did.

At the same time, I had to learn how to take a step forward, to become ‘safe’ within my being. I had to find a way to take care of myself and to connect with the world around me. And the good news is that I did!

I became a writer, a teacher, a friend, and someone who made a difference to others.  I learned to step outside of my little cocoon, to leave the wounds behind, to live with a smile on my face, and to feel contentment deep inside my heart.

So while listening to that voice inside matters, it isn’t enough. For me, I had to be willing to take one step and then another. I had to learn to trust myself and believe that I was capable of taking care of myself and others in the world. I am so grateful that I did.

“Hold Out Your Hand”

Let’s forget the world for a while
fall back and back
into the hush and holy
of now

are you listening? This breath
invites you
to write the first word
of your new story

your new story begins with this:
You matter

you are needed—empty
and naked
willing to say yes
and yes and yes

Do you see
the sun shines, day after day
whether you have faith
or not
the sparrows continue
to sing their song
even when you forget to sing
yours

stop asking: Am I good enough?
Ask only
Am I showing up
with love?

Life is not a straight line
it’s a downpour of gifts, please—
hold out your hand
Written by: Julia Fehrenbacher

Thank you for joining me on My Journey Towards Wholeness.

With love, light, and blessings,
Chava

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In theory I love biking; I always have.

While it took me until I was 11 years old to get on a bike, once I did I always wanted to ride.  That was until one of my college housemates lost my bike or had it stolen while she was borrowing it.  I loved my Sears 10-speed, I still remember it fondly. Once my bike went missing, it took me years to get on a bike again and quite honestly, it wasn’t what one would call a natural experience.  Do you remember the saying “once you learn to ride a bike, you never forget”?  Well that wasn’t true for me; the first time I got on a bike after decades of not riding, I couldn’t remember how to turn the wheel. The good news is that it didn’t take long; I fell in love again.

Photo courtesy of Stephanie Randall- Tel Aviv Beach

Photo courtesy of Stephanie Randall-
Tel Aviv Beach

Jump ahead to the last few weeks, bicycles have become part of the ongoing message.  I see them everywhere I go.  I also realize that I have always wanted to be a healthy biker chic of the manual bike variety; it has  been a dream of mine to use a bike as transportation not just recreation. Over the years, this has been an ongoing  message that has come to me time and again and yet I have been afraid of pushing myself to build endurance.  Failure is not something I do well and yet I will never succeed if I don’t give it my all.

Biking is for those folks that are in shape or maybe for those people that can really make time to bike.  Biking is not meant for an overweight middle-aged woman.  At this point, you and I both know that that is not an excuse and the messages keep telling me so.  Here are only some of the messages that have come my way:

  1. A few weeks ago my friend Stephanie Randall posted the above photo of a bike leaning against some bars as she was viewing the Tel Aviv sunset.  In an instant, I fell in love and wanted to both get on my bike and to find a beach to ride near.  At least I could get on my bike; there is no ocean front property in Tucson.
  2. “Get a bicycle. You will not regret it, if you live.” – Mark Twain  – This is the tagline that a good friend has all of his emails.  This truth seems to be calling to me.
  3. On Friday, my friend Bob got on his bike after his own health challenges; I loved his selfie of the experience.
  4. My friend Daniel is coming to Tucson next week for our Passover Seder.  NOT.  He is coming to bike and because he is here, we will have a chance to reconnect.  I love the passion that propels him forward as a cyclist; I, quite literally, yearn for that passion and wish I could have some of his skill and endurance.
  5. Yesterday another friend had a minor biking accident.  He had a small break in his hand and needed some stitches too; today he got back on his bike.  Wow, I can learn from that kind of attitude.
  6. And then this morning, another friend posted the following article on Facebook.  Riding Away From A Broken Marriage – http://www.outsideonline.com/fitness/biking/The-Flat-Tire-Project.html?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=facebookpost  As someone who is struggling myself, the article gave me hope.

In fact all of the points above inspire me to bike and to push myself to be more healthy.  So with all of this in mind, I got on my bike today.  For the first time since pulling out my lower back (twice) in recent months, I returned to my bike.  And today was a really grueling day.  I was suffering from horrible abdominal pain, physical exhaustion after working five 12 hour night shifts, and finally emotional darkness after losing the job that brought me to Tucson in the first place.  Everything about me was depleted and yet today was the day that I felt compelled to push myself.  And you know what, I feel so much better for it, although I sure don’t look that way 🙂

Don't I look great after my first 45 minute bike-ride in months.

Don’t I look great after my first 45 minute bike-ride in months?

Feeling inspired. . . .my plan is to ride tomorrow too!!

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