Friday, August 26, 2011

The Call of MY Shofar

Many have asked about my experience at Call of the Shofar (“but what did you DO there”). My experience was unlike anybody else’s - but then, everyone had their own experience.

Call of the Shofar was an opportunity for me to connect with my intimate self. Many gentle reminders came to think with my soul and not with my brain. It was a great effort for me, turning off my logical brain – inducing the state of submission that was needed to tap into the spiritual, intuitive part of myself. There was nothing shocking or earth shattering about my discoveries. Instead there was a nurturing and supportive environment where I could face myself, my hopes and dreams, my demons.

I tapped into a part of myself that’s generally under wraps. Mummified, really. This part of me, in case you’re wondering, is my integrity. My authenticity. Not that I’ve been living a lie, but I haven’t been so honest with the world, not even with myself.

Sarcasm has been a good friend of mine. Well, I used Sarcasm to mask my feelings, and Sarcasm controlled me. My sarcasm was a result of resentment and judgment. It was a way for me to feel sharp and angry, rather than sad or wounded. In my perception, I was choosing to emanate an image of strength over vulnerability. Vulnerability was weak, the lesser, the underdog, the victim – certainly not the person I was.

I’m wondering where this association of vulnerability and helplessness stems from. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen strong people abuse their power over weaker people – physically, emotionally, socially, religiously and financially.

How can authenticity exist without vulnerability? I don’t think it can. I’m learning that there is strength in vulnerability. The strength that comes with truth; with being genuine with myself. I may want to run away from the sadness I feel, but I desperately want to stay in touch with my truth. My truth is that I sometimes feel inadequate and ashamed and overwhelmed and vulnerable. I can allow myself to feel these feelings and the sensations they bring and not worry about the behaviors, words or judgments of others.

My safety, my self-worth is not dependent on nor is it affected by others, only on my own perception of my own reality.

I did a lot of writing in between sessions. Most of this post stems from writing that came to me early on in the program, along with the following letter I wrote for my daughters. It’s called “What I want for you”. The reason I’m sharing it is because it’s ultimately what I want for all of us.

To my beautiful little girl, I love you so much.

What I want for you:

I want for you to find love, but first within yourself.

I want for you to look in the mirror and see beauty, but more than that, when you reflect upon your inner self, to see how beautiful and special you are.

I want for you to feel good about decisions you make and to own those feelings. Don’t let anyone else claim ownership to your decisions or to your feelings.

I want for you to respect yourself. If a little red flag goes off in your mind, or your stomach feels queasy, pay attention. Trust your intuition; it will save your life. Your intuition talks to you through many different parts of your body and soul. Try to be open to them all.

I want for you to ask for help when you need it.

I want for you to feel safe.

I want for you to never be ashamed.

I want for you to believe in your abilities.

I want for you to always be honest, especially with yourself.

I want for you to know that the love I feel for you is bigger than words, and it hurts so much, but I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world.

I want for you to always feel that there is a Higher Power watching over you.

I want for you to raise your families with these examples, not just with the words.

I want for you, someday, to be able to say, my mommy lived like this.

Sharing this is a big step for me. I’m leapfrogging from acknowledging these thoughts, to putting them on paper, to publicizing them. I’m claiming ownership to my feelings. When I am true to myself I can be true to the world. I don’t need small talk or distractions. I need myself and my feelings. I accept myself the way I am, imperfections and all. I recognize my qualities, my abilities, my achievements. I am endurance. I am commitment. I am capable. I am vulnerable. I am honest. I am good. I am safe. I am free.

…So that was my Call of the Shofar,



  1. Wow! What a raw, incredible piece. I teared up reading that. Thanks for sharing. It's precious, true and real.

  2. WOW! That was incredible! you truly have the gift of expression