Dare boldly

A blog by Louise Gallagher

I am not alone.

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Unexpectedly, I am self-conscious.

Unexpectedly, I wonder if my words have meaning. Depth. Substance.

Most mornings when I write in this space, I am simply present. No artifice. No ‘gotta make people think this, feel that’. No, hmmm, what message shall I give today? It’s just me, the velvet night turning light outside my office window, the desk lamp casting a golden glow upon my keyboard and Beaumont, curled up on the floor behind me, sleeping.

This morning, the critter awoke and ego mind leapt into the fray. “You gotta make sure your words have meaning, Louise. You gotta write important stuff!”

The critter is a devious character. He likes to try to convince me that what I write must come from my mind. “Your heart is too soft,” he says. “Your heart will get you into trouble. Take care. Listen up and listen only to me. I will tell you what to write so it sounds important. Like you know what you’re talking about.”

And I laugh. Eventually.

The critter is not my friend. Though he thinks his job is to protect me, he’s really only acting out from my fears and limitations. He wants to keep me in the ‘box’ even though I know within my heart, there is no box.

Yesterday, two remarkable things happened.  I followed a link to a man’s blog that resonated so deeply within me I felt seen, heard, known, even though I do not know this person. As I read his words I experienced courage. Humanity. Humility. Love.

And I knew, I am not alone.

Last night, I had dinner with a group of people organizing and performing at tonight’s Music for a Winter’s Evening where I will be speaking.

Malcolm Guite is an English poet, singer-songwriter, Anglican priest, and academic. (Wikipedia) He will be performing with Steve Bell, is a Canadian singer-songwriter and guitarist based in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. He is among the best-known Christian musicians in Canada and is an accomplished songwriter and record producer. (Wikipedia)

And then there’s me. I’ll be speaking just before intermission. Telling my story to inspire the audience to give with heart to two agencies, Next Step Ministries and Oxford House, who work with women healing from addictions, street-engaged life, prostitution and homelessness. I italicize ‘my story’ because for me, it is no longer ‘my’ story. It is a story that I no longer own, but is simply the gateway through which I step to live my purpose and life intention — to touch hearts, open minds and set spirits free to dance in a world of love, joy and harmony.

As we sat at dinner last night, Steve asked me to share a bit of ‘my story’ so that he would know how to introduce me when it’s time for me to take the stage and share.

I gave them the cliff’s notes and when I was finished, Malcolm pulled out his iPhone and read a poem he’d written about Mary, Mother of Jesus.

And the conversation soared.

And I knew, I am not alone.

Now, I have never sat at a dinner table in a restaurant and had a man, or woman, read a poem with such grace. It did not feel out of place. It did not feel uncomfortable and even though this morning, after a night’s rest, my critter mind wanted to revert back into its shell an play small, I remember how it felt sitting at that table. It felt… beautiful.

And I thought, this. This is the kind of world I want to live in. A world where people share from their place of magnificence, where we connect through that magnificence so that each of us can remember and feel and know we truly are magnificent.

And in our magnificence, we let go of mediocrity, our desire to play small, our fear of standing tall. We let go of giving into the voices that whisper in our heads to shut up! Stay down! To not shine. To not be our most magnificent selves.

I want to live from that place — where we each share our unique brilliance to make the world lighter and brighter so that together, we truly do awaken our humanity to see, we are all the same kind of different, and in that difference and sameness, we are each being the best kind of human we can be.

So Mr. Critter. I see you. I know your fear. I know your voice. And I want you to know. Your box is not my place to shine. My heart is my home. And when I am living from my heart, I’m safe out here in the light. Sure, I may stumble. I may even fall. But I have the best defense of all out here because out here — I am not alone.

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And btw — there are still tickets available. They’re only $27.00 and the evening promises to be one of heart, music, soul and inspiration. I hope you can come!

 

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Author: Louise Gallagher

I believe we each have the capacity to be the change we want to see in the world, to make a world of difference. I believe we are creative beings on the journey of our lifetimes. It's up to each of us to Live It Up and SHINE!

24 thoughts on “I am not alone.

  1. we are, at the same time – not alone and ‘very alone’; we are not the same but we are ‘in common’, we are not together but we connect , we are not unique/special – and we are too! Mind games are challenging. As you once brought me to task by saying, “get over yourself – you are a writer” …. I say the same to you. Just write and it will always be just right …

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  2. Beautiful. And what a wonderful experience.

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  3. I’m so excited for tonight, Louise – Shine, shine, shine!
    Diana xo

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  4. Reblogged this on talktodiana and commented:
    I’m so excited for this event tonight, and that Louise graciously agreed to speak at it!

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  5. What a great table to be at. I look forward to tonight.

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  6. I have no words to express the grace, except Namaste and Pax Vobiscum. And love and appreciation.

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  7. I’m grateful to have found your blog, you had me from the word, ‘unexpectedly’. I’ve struggled my entire life with feeling alone and no matter how many breakthroughs I’ve experienced I’m always amazed at how quickly I’m lulled back into unconsciousness and caught up in a whirlwind of anxious thoughts… and then I’m surprised and find it UNEXPECTED when fearful paralyzing feelings of inadequacy and abandonment surface. Your posts are an encouragement and a fresh reminder that I AM NOT ALONE!

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    • It is one of the most empowering moments I feel, that place of realizing — I am not alone. So glad Steve that in this community of One, none of us have to be alone when we show up and be real, loving ourselves, just the way we are, even in all our fearful paralyzing fears. ❤

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  8. I love your post and its messages, Louise.

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  9. An amazing message more need to take notice of

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  10. You are not alone, Louise. Thanks for connecting so beautifully to others, including me!

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  11. “A world where people share from their place of magnificence”. This. All of the time, this!! Wow, Louise. This post just made my soul soar.

    Your critter has been creeping into my head lately. I find myself loving to write and post, and then as the day progresses, my ego makes me wonder… why? Who’s reading? Why isn’t anyone commenting? Where’s my community? Should I give up? Does what I write and post make a difference? Why no feedback? I’m stuck it’s that thought and it brings me down, except for when I am in the middle of writing. Then I am purely present. Thank you for reminding me to just do what I do. Love to you!! xoxo

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    • I have sometimes struggled with that same thought Liz — and then, I too remember how purely present I am when I am writing — and so I keep writing. For me, when I have taken a break from being here every day, I find, my day is not as fluid, I am not as present — and so I come back to the page (or screen) and write.

      Hugs to you.

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  12. Keep finding your way home. You are magnificent Louise 💕

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