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I was born 11 weeks prematurely. 

In the late 1970s, that meant spending my first several weeks in an incubator - a plastic box with a large hole on one side where my parents could reach in to touch me - so that I was more ready for the world. Out of necessity, physical readiness superseded emotional & energetic readiness.

I was also born with “wind blown feet” - two tiny little feet angled in one direction, like they’d been blown that way by a gust of wind. So, I wore hard leather shoes intended to correct the direction of my feet - to brace them into how they should be.

I think about this a lot - about how all of my life I’ve been equal parts shy (aka removed, uncertain of how to be in connection; separate from) and fiercely driven, with a fire that, when focused, clears the way for anything.  Also, up until the past several years, about how much I’ve shaped myself, braced and contorted myself to be the right fit, to be who I “should” be.

We are all the product of how we’ve been conditioned and shaped by the world - by our environments, people,  situations. Our brains wire themselves by taking in experiences and “making sense” of them to carefully prepare us for and protect us in this life.

Though well-intended, these conditioned, hardwired ways of viewing ourselves and the world, are limited and restrictive. They brace and direct through force.. the force of habit and the force of fearing the unknown.

I’ve softened so many edges, inside and out, over the past 20 years and especially in the past 8. I’ve dissolved the bracing, the hardened ideas of who I think I need to be and the even the ones of who I am. It’s taken a massive amount of ongoing work. Work that will continue for a lifetime. And I’m slowly and steadily discovering me. 

Every once in a while, when I happen to glance down at my feet, I smile at the always present tendency for at least one of them to still be blown to the side by a gentle breeze.... I’m reminded, with a smile and a laugh, that at least that little part has always been me, regardless of the attempts to make it different and more like it should be. And, perhaps even more importantly, the part that has known and recognized every experience I’ve ever had - Consciousness, has always been me. I’ve always been here; I’ve never not been me.

What part of you has always been you? What have you always known? What part of you feels like home? Find it, know it, be it. And let me know what you discover!

, Ellie