Making Space

From a young age, I have felt called. I remember being 10 and wearing my miraculous medal and being afraid to tell my mother that I thought I was supposed to be a nun... I knew she'd be disappointed in a lack of grandbabies... and yes, at the age of 10, I considered the fact that my mother would want grandbabies. I don't think I ever vocalized that... but it was on my mind for quite some time... and years later I wondered if it was a call I should have answered. Regardless of passing up that calling, over the years I have remained focused on serving and helping and well, loving and being compassionate. If you know me, you may find the idea that I considered nunhood silly. I am not overly religious and I really don't hold any order to my worship or structure to my beliefs. I do worship and I do practice in my own free-flow sort of way. I do know faith and I do know God. I don't personally know what He likes to be called, nor do I really think it matters, and I don't really think of Him as a separate entity... But I know that there is a unifying source that exists within each of us and of which we are all a part. I know that all things are united in the One and that consciousness separates us from that reality. I know that there is Love always and flowing. And I seek to serve by allowing that Love to flow through me. Over the years I have come across many ways to serve this purpose and I have come to the realization that the possibilities are really quite endless. It took me a great number of heart-wrenching experience to come to the conclusion that this is my calling and that it can honestly be served any way that I choose as long as I am true to it. So why am I always pushing it so hard? And why am I seemingly reluctant to choose?

I am aware of the fact that I can bring love to anything that I do, but somewhere buried deep in my mind is still the idea that there is a "right" or "wrong" way to do it. I am always looking for a new way or a better way or wondering if I've chosen the "right" way to communicate the message or if there's a way that I'm "supposed" to get it out there more. Rather than committing to one way I am always trying to expand the number of ways in my toolbox. I am always waiting for confirmation that any one of them is more "right" than the other. I am always looking for more specific direction or verification or some kind of sense that I have reached the summit. I am always waiting for someone to acknowledge that the message has at some point been heard. Sometimes I forget the value of stillness. I forget to be patiently open. I forget to stop assuming that any particular question is important and just allow any insight to come. I forget to simply allow the flow rather than try to direct it. What I mean by that is, instead of focusing my energy on finding a large scale way to share this message with the world, perhaps instead I should just be open to the opportunity to share it within my everyday existence. Perhaps I should just BE the message and the sharing will naturally come. Instead of trying to decipher or find direction... perhaps I should just wait and see where I end up... knowing that wherever it is will be right where I am meant to be... knowing that whomever I touch, will be exactly who needs it.

I am aware that it takes action for things happen, but there seems to be a fine line between allowing things to happen and making things happen... between facilitating action and forcing action. Between accepting opportunities and trying to force one's way through a wall. When there is too much pushing and too much action, there is no room for guidance... there is no space through which Spirit may come. So today I am focusing on stillness. I am taking a break from business plans and appearances and speaking gigs and certifications and I am drinking a cup of hot matcha. Yes, hot; because it is like 0 degrees outside. And I now take a moment to turn it over. I take a moment to step back and ASK for guidance. I take a moment to release my ideas of what "should" happen and simply submit my will. And as I sit here looking out the window, I notice my son's artwork from school. And I think well, hey, maybe someone has been listening... and maybe... for right now... that's enough.

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Author- Kimber Bowers

Loving Light Holistic Wellness


Kimber is a Certified Coach, Clinical Hypnotherapist, Reiki Master, and intuitive empath who uses her own experience navigating emotions and developing positive thought patterns to support others in discovering their own worthiness, developing a sense of connection, and embracing JOY in their lives. Through her own transformation, she has discovered the keys to living a joy-filled life and wants you to feel the same!  Discover the freedom to BE all that you are and embrace all life has to offer!  Connect with Kimber at and join the FREE group The Joy Coalition for additional daily support! 

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