Your probably know the feeling. You’ve been working to create something in your life. Maybe it’s calling in the perfect relationship. Maybe it’s losing those last stubborn pounds. Maybe it’s cultivating a feeling of deep inner calm. You’ve been working on this for weeks, months — maybe even years.
And it feels like you keep whacking your head against a brick wall. The very thing you want so badly to create in your life is almost within your grasp…oh wait, it’s not. Splat. You hit the brick wall again. So you keep trying. You pour your heart and soul into this thing-you-need-to-do.
But there’s a wall in your way. And it looks bigger than the last time you whacked your head on it.
So you keep trying. And there’s the wall again. But you keep trying. Harder, even. You start looking for other ways, ways around that blasted wall. If not this way, maybe that, right? Stick to it! Isn’t that what your mom told you? (It’s what MY mom told ME, and most of our moms went to the same Mom-school.) So you stick to it. You keep trying to get through the wall.
Until one day, the wall comes tumbling down. There it is, crumbled into dust and regret, all your hopes and dreams piled up around your ankles.
”What am I supposed to do with this?” you wonder, picking wall-dust out of your hair. ”How do I get back on the horse, back in the game, back to building the thing-I-need-to-do?”
You don’t.
(Stay with me a sec.)
I’ve come to believe we humans are designed to experience life in cycles. Two cycles, to be exact. We are either Creating or we are Destroying. That’s it. Everything falls under either Creating or Destroying.
Creation feels like soaring, like you are responsible for the genesis of a brilliant shining star. Your spirits soar as you strive to express the deep Who I Am bubbling upward from far inside you, from an ancient place where waftingSometimes we feel immersed in Creation, feeling our spirit soar as we strive to express the deep Who Am I from within and erect tall glorious buildings on shifting sands.
Other times, our humble buildings shatter and fall in pieces in Destruction around our heads as we duck and try to stand once again on those same shifting sands.
And we go on. We are wired to go on, no matter how tall and glorious our buildings once were. We go on, no matter how much dust and rubble surrounds us. We do. This is what we do. This is how we live.
Creation and Destruction is everywhere, in every part of our experience as beings on this planet. We are born and we die. We eat and we eliminate. We breathe in and breathe out. We are born to always rise again from the ashes of What Was and to turn our gaze upon What Could Be.
If you are in the Creation part of a cycle — celebrate! I’ll celebrate with you. What you’re building looks gorgeous and amazing from here.
If you are in the Destruction part of a cycle — celebrate! First I’ll hold your metaphorical hand and help you grieve, but then … possibility. Clean slate. Everything is fresh and new in this place. Ready for your wonderful new buildings, the wonderful new version of Who You Are.
Rise, Phoenix! Rise!
Love and smooshy hugs,
Talyaa






