I am one who is happiest when I’m serving in purpose. Whether teaching a class, facilitating a workshop, directing a stage production, or working one-to-one with private clients, it is an honor and a privilege to witness people blossoming into their potential. The highest of the high for me is being present when someone rewrites their story of limitation, breaks through the walls of resistance, and steps into the version of themselves not previously considered a possibility—yet always waiting to be claimed.
I am wired for seeing the Light of people, their goodness, their Soul, their humanity, if you will. The quality has been present in me since my earliest memories. I was not trained in empathy, compassion, insight, and intuition, but rather, they came to me naturally. However, like many of us, experience and familial training conditioned me to survive the game of life. My parents and other influential adults gave me the best of what they had to offer. It was grounded in the stories they crafted about how the real world worked, and it was based on what they were told, what they experienced themselves, and what they claimed to know for sure.
Much of this “survival” training and what I witnessed in people’s personality, actions, and words ran counter to what I was seeing and experiencing as someone who recognized the Light in each person. The Light of people’s Souls did not match what they believed about themselves. This contradiction was a confusing experience for me as a child and young adult until I began the informal and formal training of my personal awakening process.
I remember being introduced to a colleague of my father’s when I was five years old. When the man leaned down toward me and reached out to shake my hand, I became overwhelmed with emotions and started to cry (an experience for which I was labeled sensitive, shy, and weak). I didn’t understand it at the time, but I later came to see that the emotions that had overwhelmed me were not mine; they belonged to this man. It would be years later before I would hear how he had embezzled money from the business in which he and my father were partners, a business that eventually went bankrupt.
It might make sense how, as a sensitive child, I could have picked up on this gentleman’s vibe, and in my five-year-old mind, I could tell he was a bad man. But that’s not the story with which my five-year-old mind connected. I felt he was a good man who was doing bad things because he didn’t believe in himself. I did not have the words for it at the time; however, I felt how he couldn’t grasp his Light and was lost in the dark of his story, his training, and his beliefs about how the real world worked. I cried, not so much because I could feel his pain, but more so because I had become overwhelmingly disoriented by the vastness of the gap between what he believed to be the truth about himself and the truth of his Light and his Soul potential.
Over the years, I would struggle with my own survival training and stories of limitation—at times not able to grasp my Light through the filters of inherited beliefs that didn’t fit. I wasn’t wired for the struggle of surviving, and I had not been nurtured in the grace of thriving. Judgment of myself over- flowed into projecting judgment onto others, a practice that backfired on me more times than not, as karma tends to do.
Finding a balance in navigating the Light in each of us, and the stories we tell ourselves, would eventually come to me after I had done the work to claim the clarity necessary to sustain the balance. My desire to achieve a balance was the first step, and, having committed to the journey, I found my natural state of empathy, compassion, insight, and intuition brought me to rendezvous with teachers and teachings that helped me master this balancing act. Like all master training, I first had to do the work of cleaning up the messes I had made along the way, rewriting my story about the facts of my life experiences, and rewiring my beliefs about my Light and my Soul potential.
I am one who is happiest when I’m serving in purpose. Whether teaching a class, facilitating a workshop, directing a stage production, or working one-to-one with private clients, it is an honor and a privilege to witness people blossoming into their potential. The highest of the high for me is being present when someone rewrites their story of limitation, breaks through the walls of resistance, and steps into the version of themselves not previously considered a possibility—yet always waiting to be claimed.
I am wired for seeing the Light of people, their goodness, their Soul, their humanity, if you will. The quality has been present in me since my earliest memories. I was not trained in empathy, compassion, insight, and intuition, but rather, they came to me naturally. However, like many of us, experience and familial training conditioned me to survive the game of life. My parents and other influential adults gave me the best of what they had to offer. It was grounded in the stories they crafted about how the real world worked, and it was based on what they were told, what they experienced themselves, and what they claimed to know for sure.
Much of this “survival” training and what I witnessed in people’s personality, actions, and words ran counter to what I was seeing and experiencing as someone who recognized the Light in each person. The Light of people’s Souls did not match what they believed about themselves. This contradiction was a confusing experience for me as a child and young adult until I began the informal and formal training of my personal awakening process.
I remember being introduced to a colleague of my father’s when I was five years old. When the man leaned down toward me and reached out to shake my hand, I became overwhelmed with emotions and started to cry (an experience for which I was labeled sensitive, shy, and weak). I didn’t understand it at the time, but I later came to see that the emotions that had overwhelmed me were not mine; they belonged to this man. It would be years later before I would hear how he had embez- zled money from the business in which he and my father were partners, a business that eventually went bankrupt.
It might make sense how, as a sensitive child, I could have picked up on this gentleman’s vibe, and in my five-year-old mind, I could tell he was a bad man. But that’s not the story with which my five-year-old mind connected. I felt he was a good man who was doing bad things because he didn’t believe in himself. I did not have the words for it at the time; however, I felt how he couldn’t grasp his Light and was lost in the dark of his story, his training, and his beliefs about how the real world worked. I cried, not so much because I could feel his pain, but more so because I had become overwhelmingly disoriented by the vastness of the gap between what he believed to be the truth about himself and the truth of his Light and his Soul potential.
Over the years, I would struggle with my own survival training and stories of limitation—at times not able to grasp my Light through the filters of inherited beliefs that didn’t fit. I wasn’t wired for the struggle of surviving, and I had not been nurtured in the grace of thriving. Judgment of myself over- flowed into projecting judgment onto others, a practice that backfired on me more times than not, as karma tends to do.
Finding a balance in navigating the Light in each of us, and the stories we tell ourselves, would eventually come to me after I had done the work to claim the clarity necessary to sustain the balance. My desire to achieve a balance was the first step, and, having committed to the journey, I found my natural state of empathy, compassion, insight, and intuition brought me to rendezvous with teachers and teachings that helped me master this balancing act. Like all master training, I first had to do the work of cleaning up the messes I had made along the way, rewriting my story about the facts of my life experiences, and rewiring my beliefs about my Light and my Soul potential.
