The other week I watched my niece, 7 month-old Kat, on her belly getting set to crawl.
I had seen her and Mira (my sister) about 4 days earlier and enough time had elapsed for very visible change. Kat felt weightier, heartier, even more energetic. Watching young ones during these times of rapid development is such a gift!
So I did. I watched her as she squirmed on her belly. Mira said she is a minute away from crawling. And it’s true. She shimmies. She moves. She swerves. She uses her hands, her arms, her feet, her legs, her belly. She uses everything she has. She’s propelled forward by her curiosity, her interest in that colourful thing in front of her, that place she wants to get to.
A short time ago, I watched another baby a few months older who has mastered crawling and can shoot swiftly across a room before you’ve even had a chance to blink.
Consider how one’s world opens up?
I was taking all of this in while watching Kat, wondering if this was going to be the moment. Would I get to witness the moment of transformation?
This is the moment life evolves. The moment after which nothing is ever the same again.
And, while I have the privilege of watching her and knowing what is coming up, she herself doesn’t know. She doesn’t know how much more exciting and interesting life is about to get.
Watching her, and really getting into the energy and the electricity around this impending milestone, I had a new appreciation and understanding of transformation.
The nature, and the very definition, of transformation is that we CANNOT know what awaits us on the other side.
Transformation requires some blind faith, requires that we give up trying to know or control what awaits us, requires giving up the expectation of a reward or gain, requires us to continue driving forward, propelled, unconcerned with failure, innocent, untroubled by the unknown.
To just keep going with no guarantees that anything awaits us on the other side.
Lots of us get to a point where we are done. We’ve learned and mastered all there is, we think. Maybe we are complacent. Maybe resigned. Like that’s all there is, at least for us anyway. Let someone smarter/richer/stronger do the other stuff. I’m fine
I’ve been there. A lot.
Where have we given up? And why?
Are we really okay with what is so or are we in some denial about some nagging feelings of regret or anxiety that stir around just under the surface?
Do we have to wait until our present situation is so bad, so untenable, that the only choice we have is to leap. Aren’t we there yet??
Present day mystic and spiritual teacher, Caroline Myss, refers to us humans as being in a time of predicament. It isn’t that we have a lot of problems in need of solutions. We, humans, are in a time of predicament with regards to our survival on the earth.
There are no solutions to predicaments. Predicaments must call forth transformation. Transformation starts with me. And it starts with you.
The more we are willing, and we allow ourselves to be in this uncomfortable space, the more we make it possible for others to do the same.
Where is it in life that it would serve to keep plugging away, squirming, getting sweaty, being okay with the discomfort, grunting, working…without attachment or knowing what it will bring? Without any measurable, visible show of progress?
Can we be okay with failing over and over and over again? And still getting on with the work anyway without any guarantee that anything will happen.
It’s actually an electrifying and powerful place to come from.
Of course, many of us are dealing with a lot of trauma. It may be here that we need to start.
Truly consider that our collective lives on Earth depend on our willingness and capacity to transform and throw ourselves into the scary unknown.
I share these insights and experiences on transformation here because the work we do here is transformational in nature. Reclaiming our Feminine selves is powerful. It can feel scary. It is diving into the unknown. But I’ve never known anyone who would go back to the time before.
You know, before crawling.