FRIDAY FOCUS

“There’s no such thing as a mistake.”

This is one of my favourite new age doozers. Puhleez! Like, getting hosed because you didn’t get it in writing wasn’t a major drag. And leaking your friend’s secret to the wrong person burnt that bridge to a crisp. Or not saying “yes!” to the one that got away - well, THAT sucked. There are such things as mistakes. Major eff-ups and human stupidity happens to the best of us. The rest of us are in denial.

And yes, yes, mistakes are positively divine, each one moves us forward - even the ones that flip your world upside down. I’ve never made a mistake that I didn’t learn to love. But before we spiritualize and shellac the error of our ways, it’s incredibly useful to put our faux pas under the microscope. It’s liberating. It’s grown up. It’s dignified. And best of all, once you see your mistakes for what they are - you are more certain to good and truly move on!

THIS WEEK: Admit to your mistakes. Just admit it. No one else is listening. Make a pathetic, grizzly list of all the “sooo should not have’s” in your life. Don’t resist it. Clean house!

I wager that rather than feeling grossed out, you might get kind of giddy - eventually. You could feel the rush of knowing better, the delight of being the wiser for your wear. A subtle sense of compassion may start wafting into your being. Because it takes such courage to look your life squarely in the eye and admit your humanity. Humility clears the path to higher knowing.

Here at the Carrie and Danielle Studio we love words and one version is in art. Check out this web site, Reform School Art, they carry sustainable design from artists and crafters.  Love this poster! ($36.00 US)

A good relationship has a pattern like a dance and is built on some of the same rules. The partners do not need to hold on tightly, because they move confidently in the same pattern, intricate but gay and swift and free, like a country dance of Mozart’s. To touch heavily would be to arrest the pattern and freeze the movement, to check the endlessly changing beauty of its unfolding. There is no place here for the possessive clutch, the clinging arm, the heavy hand; only the barest touch in passing. Now arm in arm, now face to face, now back to back — it does not matter which. Because they know they are partners moving to the same rhythm, creating a pattern together, and being invisibly nourished by it.

~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh