“Fear is the cheapest room in the house. /
I would like to see you living / In better conditions.”
-Hafiz
“Move from within. / Don’t move the way that fear wants you to. /
Begin a foolish project. / Noah did.”
-Rumi
I smiled yesterday when lucy commented about my journey of fearlessness because this subject of fear and freedom has been on my heart a lot lately. There is something very liberating about living into the freedom I am being invited to and not letting fear dictate the choices I make. Most of the time I am at the cottage I experience a sense of deep peacefulness and joy, a sense of such rightness about the place and the season ahead.
But there are certainly some moments when I begin to question this choice, how can I make this writer and artist path financially viable? Will I ever have any security if I keep following this way? How long can I live on savings? Thankfully one of my practices right now is intentionally not trying to figure things out, to try and be fully present and simply live into the invitation I feel stirring within me, whatever that may be in a given moment — to make art, write, stretch, walk, eat, sleep. I have given myself this season ahead and I don’t have to anticipate what comes next because doing so takes me away from the experience of this gift.
Our dog Tune is a Weimaraner, which means her breed was developed for hunting. She loves being outdoors and when she gets a scent she becomes completely focused on it. For this reason I have hesitated about letting her off leash, I worry she will run and run, following the scent and lose her way back. She also spent most of her life in a kennel without much freedom at all until we got her in January, so it feels safer to keep her tethered. Walking on the beach the other day, I realized that the path is bordered on one side by the water and the other by a high banking, so there are really only two directions she can go. I took a risk and released her. She suddenly began to run in this joyful burst of speed and playfulness, romping to her heart’s content, running back and forth and acting much younger than her ten years. I realized my fears have kept her from this exuberant gallop and so I am going to keep letting her off leash down on the beach and positively reinforce her return to me.
Something else happened as she took off running, I felt a physical shift in my own body. I experienced her sense of release and being so fully herself in my blood. The connection to her deepest desires in that moment rippled through me in an encounter with pure joy.
“A false sense of security is the only kind there is” said Michael Meade when I heard him speak last month. There is a part of me that longs for the package that comes with full-time employment — retirement benefits, health & disability insurance, a regular paycheck. But as we know from the suddenness of corporate lay-offs, those securities are fleeting. There are, of course, no guarantees about anything.
The more I live into the places that feel risky and uncertain, the more alive I feel, the closer I feel to what the Holy One desires for me — a life of freedom — unleashed.
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts
20 Responses
Tune…what a soulful dog! Those are such joyful pictures.
Blessings to you on your risky and fabulous journey, Christine. And thank you for being so gracious to share it with us. I can almost feel your “letting go” in your beach hermitage!
Thanks A, your words and friendship mean a lot to me.
yes lucy, it was indeed a moment of sheer delight! May we all drink deeply.
Thanks Kievas. It is unfortunate we don’t live in a country with universal health care. And of course, I am all in favor of doing what you need to do to make ends meet. I couldn’t follow this path without my husband’s support (and insurance), but it does feel risky to not be actively trying to increase my savings. Blessings on your search for something that feeds you both physically and spiritually.
Of course, it would help if I could type!
I hope you will find a way to continue doing what you love. After seven years of self-employment, I’m trying to get back into the corporate world because health insurance costs have made it financially impossible for me to continue on my own. Yet,as you say, tehre’s no security in the corporate world either.
Either way, my goal is still to make it as a writer, but for now, I have to pay the bills :)
your gifts abound. i can only imagine your joy and delight as you saw beautiful petunia romping to her heart’s content while yours beat alongside hers. “frolicking freedom”. absolutely! may we all be so lucky to have a taste.
Powerful. This post moved me, spoke to something deep inside me. May I cast off my fears and live. You, my friend have helped, continue to….
Sue, I love thename Dogs Dogs and the reason behind it. Yes, Tune is indeed in a running moment in the last photo, but I could see how you might be confused. :-)
Thanks Tess, yes “frolicking freedom” indeed.
Thank you Dawn, yes the freedom is exhilarating and Tune is the best teacher. :-)
Your courage to let go blows me away. I am so happy for you. What a gift to be able to allow yourself to feel the freedom that comes with living in each moment and not ahead or behind. Those pictures of Tune speak volumes about what your journey is teaching you.
What wonderful frolicking freedom, for both of you.
My last dog was a Weimeraner (well, he was my auntie’s dog, but he was mine too, by love default). His name was Dan but I called him Dogs Dogs (I loved him plural squared ;)
Beautiful Tune, running free on the beach :) Life is surely at its most lovely when we’re free of crutches like imagined security and relying on God instead (Marx had it a bit wrong, methinks :)
Now, aherm, I *presume* Tune is taking off from a standing start in that last pic, but for a second I thought she was taking a dump :)