“My first prayer was for the planet,” she said, somewhat shyly and with a soft, loving smile.

A slow, low buzzing began in my brain.

“My second prayer was that he would find happiness.”

The buzzing grew louder and more obnoxious. It was the sound of an impending explosion – forceful, swift, and overwhelming. I was sitting with a group of very powerful women whom I am blessed to call my friends, so this wasn’t a “coaching” situation. I was pretty sure, though, that I wasn’t going to be able to hold back the eruption.

“Ummmm…” I said, “What did you just say?”

“My first prayer was for the planet,” she repeated, smiling. “And my second prayer was for his happiness.”

My friend next to me looked at me curiously. I imagine she was wondering what was happening for me because the energy pounding through me was pretty tangible. I mean, what is wrong with praying for the planet or someone else’s happiness? Nothing! So why was I about to detonate?

“So…” I said slowly, “your first prayer was for…”

“The planet.”

“And… your second prayer was for…”

“His happiness.”

My friend across the room gasped quietly, smiled, and covered her mouth. “Oh! Good catch, Angie!” She had caught onto my lead. My praying friend had not quite caught up.

“Did you hear what you just said?”

She nodded and grinned, scrunching down in the couch a little, her fingers doing the little dance they do when she gets nervous. She has done enough work with me that she now has a keen sense in her body when she’s about to get a loving nudge to shift herself in a new direction.

“Yes, I heard,” she said, repeating her words in a tone that revealed her state of slightly-slipping blissful ignorance. “I said I had prayed for the earth and for him.”

I nodded, staring pointedly at her, hoping she would catch on before I had to ask the next question. She didn’t.

My friend next to me was now covering her mouth and smiling too. Everyone in the room had caught on except my dear friend who was sitting in the hot seat, looking around the room as though she’d been caught with her hands in the cookie jar and giggling like a timid schoolgirl. She knew something was up, but she had no idea what.

After a few moments had passed and it was clear that she wasn’t catching on, I asked, “Where were you on that prayer list?”

The realization hit her hard enough that I watched her nearly slouch all the way off the couch and energetically slap her forehead, although no vegetable juice was in sight. She laughed for a while and between the giggles and breaths, she exclaimed, “Oh! Third! I was in third place, if at all!”

While we all laughed together, I lost my mentor cool for a second, tugged on my hair, and hollered lovingly, “Have you not been listening to me all these years?! Put. Yourself. First. Choose! You!”

And we all laughed, including my praying friend. I’m grateful she laughed. I can be a bit intense when I want someone to really hear my words. And I am grateful that we have known each other long enough and she knows that I love her so there was no harm, no foul.

She blushed and nodded and shyly said, “Oh yeah. That!”

I’ve been thinking about that experience frequently since it happened and it has become an invitation to examine the importance of ongoing practice of skills and receiving of support while practicing new skills. Just like when we were learning to walk or ride a bike or roller skate or dance, each new step or trick needed to be learned. Those skills were always easier and quicker to acquire when we had someone guiding the process, someone who could teach us how to do what we wanted to do, and then support us with occasional check-ins while we practiced until we were able to embody the new skill and go it on our own.

In the world of spiritual awakening and transformation, the experience of a successful and permanent shift is directly proportional to the extent at which we are living our desired change. When we want to engage the Universe in supporting us to remember our divine self while in our body, manifest our wildest dreams, and transition into the life we want to live, we must practice the principles and skills we are learning.

Some questions you can ask yourself as you consider your next transformation:

  • Have I identified exactly what pattern or behavior I want to shift?
  • Have I developed pattern-interrupts, which will shift me back to what I truly want, for when I slip back into the old behavior?
  • How willing am I to be entirely accountable for the process?
  • How committed am I to living all the practices that will develop the necessary muscles for this shift?
  • Have I enrolled sufficient support for the process and am I willing to enlist that support on an ongoing, regular basis?

It is especially important for us, as Sensitives, to have a mentor or coach who can help us understand the physics of standing on our own two feet, taking a step, falling down, getting back up again, and, most importantly, how to do the first step all over again when we forget the basic mechanics of a step. Most of us didn’t learn to walk on our own… someone was there to hold our hand, encourage us, wipe our tears when we fell, and pull us back up when we were ready to give up.

If you’re looking to shift your life, do yourself a favor and find someone to support you, someone you can trust to lean against while you live your practice. Find someone who will hold you accountable and call you out when you are forgetting something vital. Someone who refuses to do the work for you, but is utterly willing to be your guide. Someone that will show you again and again how to do what needs to be done to achieve what you want to achieve, until you’ve committed to living it and are practicing it and have nailed it, and then even for some time beyond that. And, above all else… CHOOSE. YOU. FIRST.

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3 Responses to Sometimes We Fall Down when We’re Learning to Walk

  1. […] Sometimes We Fall Down when We’re Learning to Walk […]

  2. Ivan Jordon says:

    This pretty much explains life. And it’s perfectly normal. We all fall down once or twice.

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