Please untie the knots that are in my mind,
my heart and my life.
Remove the have nots, can nots and the do nots
that I have in my mind.
Erase the will nots, may nots, might nots that
may find a home in my heart.
Release me from the
could nots, would nots and should nots
that obstruct my life.
And most of all Universe, I ask that you remove
from my mind,
my heart and my life all of the “am nots”
that I have allowed to hold me back,
especially the thought that I am not good enough.”
Now, I took a little poetic license and changed the invocation from Goddess to Universe on this uncredited saying from Pinterest. But it works just as well.
It was brought to my attention yesterday by my oldest and dearest friend. From the outside, she is a success by any standards. Beautiful house, loving husband, thriving social life, wonderful loyal friends, me, her soul-sister and a job she’s had for over 35 years. Money, if not to burn, then at least to spend on quite a few whims; most of which include buying books and craft and art supplies.
She has it all, right? Nuh’uh. While her outer world looks great, her inner world is a thriving horror show. I would never have known that because — despite being best friends for 37 years — she wore a mask so finely crafted, even I couldn’t see the cracks in it.
It wasn’t until that she went on a journey to lose over 80 pounds a few years ago that she became more open. What started as minor leaks — the occasional snippets of her inner conflicts — have now become a veritable gusher. She has admitted to feeling “not good enough,” “worthless” — and the one that tore at my heartstrings the most — the confession of her own “self-loathing.”
She’ll pick up one of the million new craft projects that she’s drawn to by seeing it in a magazine or online, and then, as she describes it, she starts to shake and hyperventilate and can’t even make a start because the anxiety she experiences is overwhelming.
But yesterday as we talked, or more truthfully, as she confessed and I coached, she read me the invocation she had found; in it I could hear strength and determination and hope. I disagree with Jim Carrey who called “hope” a beggar and entreated us to have faith instead. He wasn’t talking about religious faith, but something more: a deep-seated knowing that all will come to you if you only believe. The trouble with that kind of faith is that unless you do the work to meet the Universe halfway, you can have all the faith you want and still be disappointed when your heart’s desires don’t manifest.
Hope also feeds off of your heart’s desires, but it’s strengthened by excitement and enthusiasm and revs up your imagination.
Emily Dickinson described it sweetly.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all.”
When you have hope you can take action.
When you take action, things stir up in the Universe.
When the Universe is stirred up, it’s more likely to conspire with you.
I implored my friend to not only print out the invocation, but to buy a nifty frame for it and hang it where she is likely to see and read it several times a day. Memorize it even.
Additionally, I advised her to put in the 10,000 hours it requires to master a new activity. Then, and only then, if it appears she doesn’t have the aptitude or has lost interest, then she can put it away knowing she has given it her best shot.
Hope and action are an unbeatable combination.