There are times in life when we get swept up in a crisis that we just can’t deny, avoid, or sweep under the rug. What we must remember is that these crises are not an endless one-way ticket to tragedy, but vehicles for transformation and gathering power. We are not meant to ride along forever, only for a time.
For example, suddenly last January I found myself taking a new journey in a vehicle called cancer. In Western mainstream thinking, we all too often become the vehicle, become identified with cancer for the rest of our lives. But really cancer—or divorce or losing a job, or watching our house get blown away in a hurricane and having to rebuild—are just vehicles, ways of getting to a new place that we normally couldn’t get to. And there is no right or wrong in the destination. Our job is only to be as conscious as possible of what we are learning on this journey, to travel mindfully, to listen to the voice of the soul that has been shouting at us for years.
And then when our journey has come to an end, when health is restored or the personal crisis resolves, then we must get out of the vehicle, look around at our new surroundings, and ask, “What is my new life about?” We, hopefully, choose to live whatever life we now have with passion, to stop being good little soldiers who do only what society tells us. How wonderful if we can now follow our hearts, dig down into the juicy, rich, creative loam of existence and flourish.
Any transformation must be followed by integration, and I believe the best place to start is in living life consciously and joyously, taking risks, doing what you’ve always wanted to do without fear. Truly, if you set out to build a new life, the floodgates will open and undreamt of opportunities will come.
Now that I, as a reborn person, have stepped out of this vehicle that has taken me so far, I want to embrace living extravagantly, outrageously, creatively, courageously.