Delightful Pleasures / 11
November musings, visual moods, and wisdom from Liberté
In 2020, I experienced the ending of a relationship that shook up my world and shook me to my core. I didn’t give it up without a fight (a five year battle to be exact), but when I surrendered to the fatal finality of it — the truth of all that was missing from my life — the ending became a brutal tug-and-war to accepting a life of ‘more’. In the surrendering process of letting go of what was misaligned (including a person I loved very much), I was guided into all that would eventually be aligned…a divinely placed upgrade in self-concept and rearranged belief system — overtime, my life expanded into something truly beautiful. I began to blossom into believing I could create a life of beauty. As I write this in 2024, the nature of this sob story feels both melodramtic and generic. Everyone goes through heartbreak. Everyone goes through transition, struggle, and navigating endings and beginnings. I haven’t given this phase of life much thought in some time (as I have continued to expand in ways I could have never predicted), yet, I am finding myself in remembrance of it. How preciously vital the decision to separate from all that I knew and walk towards something bigger would become. This decision was the first of many that would change the course of my life.
Lying on the rugless, hardwood floor of my ex’s apartment — physically bare due to his manchild negliance of how to design a home and emotionally void of the little bit of love I so desperately wished to cling onto — I found myself uncontrollably sobbing while Michelle Branch’s ‘Goodbye to You’ echoed loudly in the hollow, empty space. Tears rolling down my cheeks with the realization that I would never be revisiting this chapter of my life. Caught somewhere between dry-heaving and big belly sobs, I was learning to let go…to surrender. Goodbye to you. Through my catharis, I would catch glimpses through my periphery and be haunted by 30-some-odd boxes stacked neatly in the hallway — destination unknown…future unknown. I knew the universe was inviting me something bigger as everything else was falling apart and that felt terrifying and electrying all at once. Goodbye to everything I thought I knew.
It wasn’t neccessarily the ending of the relationship that was the most painful, but the realization that a part of my life had ended — there was a natural separation of who I once was and who I am becoming. In so many ways, I have loved viciously previous versions of self, and also have had to let them go. You were the one I loved. The one thing that I tried to hold on to.
I survived that break-up and built a new life. Since then, I’ve survived much, much more and continue to rebuild, rebrand, and follow where my soul is pulling me — a life of more. A fight for freedom…real, real freedom. Freedom within.
While there are people out there fighting the good fight for societal, political, and cultural freedom, I am invested in fighting for internal freedom. Wholeness. Finding love in the struggle. Calling forth strength to live into a new vision. And owning the prowess and courage to lay down in the battlefield of life and reach for fulfillment and meaning.
A break up from self-imposed limitations.
A divorce from harmful inner dialogues.
A death of the ego.
I survived.
And so will you.
This is November.
NOVEMBER.
SEPARATION
DIFFERENTIATION. DIVIDE. TO CUT AWAY.
Liberté November Muse
NOVEMBER MESSAGE FROM MINDY
We’re at war….with no one but ourselves. Go to war on your ego — that voice inside your head that diminishes what your soul is calling forth. The lies and limitations we put on yourself for a more meaningful and enriching life. The voice of the ego is just that…a voice…a nasty invisible whisper whoosing into your mind and disregarding possibilities for a better, brighter tomorrow.
The ego (or what I like to refer to as…my inner Miranda Priestly) is a skilled master of war, trained in manipulation and cunningness and only the most vigilant of us will be able to identity and transcend its misguided manipulation. It will want to fight darkness with darkness…don’t fall for this fear-based tactic, rather…wake up and realize (the better way to go to WAR).
Wake up and realize you are bigger than your limitations. Wake up and realize you are bigger that what’s falling apart right now. Wake up and realize you can trust this unfolding — this separation — because it’s for your highest good.
Wake up and realize you can be the heroine of your own life.
Liberté visual musings
Separatio occurs when substances are pulled apart for their higher good, either willingly or unwillingly.
The fissure may take place suddenly with a swift blow of the axe, or slowly over time with a dull blade.
No matter how Separatio occurs, it will likely be a painful process for all involved.
The good news is that Separtio prepares the individual for a more conscious union down the line. It releases stagnant energy and allows the parts to ‘see’ themselves as individuals.
Through the pain of Separtio we come to accept and love ourselves as we truly are and in turn, we love the world.
THINGS TO PONDER:
Is there anything that does not separate?
THINGS TO REMEMBER:
Language is also a way that Separatio is expressed – through labels, titles, and definitions. Notice whether your word choices are inclusive or exclusive and adjust as necessary.
THINGS TO CONSUME:
— Women Who Run With the Wolves
THE TRUTH OF SEPARATIO:
It’s likely there’s been a hot mess for a while. Once you’re past the initial blow (which could take a long time), you’ll be singing Separatio’s praises. Trust this process with your life. The win will be worth the fight. Step onto the battleground with fierce courage. Look your opponent in the eye as you reach for your sword — with a swift blow cut off your limitations at the knees. Don’t be afraid of bruises, sweat and bloodied knuckles for no good battle was ever a clean fight.
Even if it takes a few swings, keep going…for your freedom is at stake.
It’s not you…it’s me,
M
I feel all of this 💛