1. frack·ing1
ˈfrakiNG/
noun
noun:
fracking
1. the process of injecting
liquid at high pressure into subterranean rocks, boreholes, etc., so as to
force open existing fissures and extract oil or gas.
"the
governor has halted gas fracking until July"
Origin
1950s:
representing an abbreviated form of fracturing .
I am digging this. Literally. Had breakfast with a friend this morning, long overdue,
who is such a kind, giving, benevolent soul. She is one of those people you can
really see when you look at, only she
doesn’t realize it, doesn’t know how much of an asset she is to the world and
those around her. She is a writer. A creator. An artist.
She helped me think. Reconnect.
We discussed life, families, children,
relationships; the fact that they are all difficult and complicated and
special, and all that you can do is embrace them and respect that they will be
all of these things and that you will at some point love them and hate them and
be uncomfortable and challenged and happy. The irony that all of those things
change and evolve and end up oftentimes completely differently than we
experience them to be, in different places than we thought they would be.
We all come from such different, such
individual and unique experiences, and, interestingly enough, we are all the same. Those individual
and unique experiences, places, circumstances, they are all different TO us,
while being the same THROUGH us. Our feelings, our core instincts, our intuition
and joys and fears, those are all common. Yet, somehow, we overlook the
importance of acknowledging that not only to others, not only in finding common
ground amongst friends, but to ourselves. To honor ourselves as we would honor
others, as we would want others to honor our own feelings, instincts, intuition,
joys, fears.
The social shell that gets a bad rap comes
about it the honest way – by earning it. It is a well-deserved bad-rap. Too
many people are out and about, walking around on a daily basis without actually
being there. With one foot in the present and the other in the past, future,
anywhere but the now, and because of that don’t realize we have all been where
they are. If I haven’t, we most definitely have. There is no
reinventing the wheel of human experience, of human emotion, of human behavior,
And, for that purpose, I think of our
combining these, our finding the common ground, emotional fracking. So long we have worked to fill, and cover, and
mend our existing fissures, cracks, flaws, when what I believe we should do is
entirely the opposite. What I want the world to embrace is the concept of fracking
ourselves. Pulling apart our “existing fissures”, our cracks, our flaws,
blowing the roof out of our shelters (see: social persona) and exposing those
very same things that we have been working so hard to hide. Then, and only
then, will we have the ability to extract the value, the richness, the beauty,
than exists in all of it. When we deconstruct, when we dig up the secrets we
have worked so hard to bury, it is those secrets, those bodies, those flaws,
that will set us free. That which we keep hidden is the thing that binds us,
chains us, to unhappiness, to discontent, to settling for less than what we
want. It is that shame that lulls us into thinking we are worth less than what
we are, because inherent in that are our internal voices – the not-so-nice-ones,
to put it mildly – the ones that tell us all of those negative messages we
hear, consciously or not, and that shape how we talk to ourselves, to others,
and ultimately, how we view the world.
Think about how liberating, how absolutely freeing
it would be, to lift the veil on that? I like to imagine the worst-case
scenario. What is the worst that could happen? That way, I am prepared (or at
least that is what I tell myself), and I can at least imagine how that would
make me feel.
The worst here, the very worst, is that you
will feel alone. That NO ONE – imagine this for a second: NOT ONE SINGLE SOUL
IN THE HISTORY OF TIME – has ever felt the same way that you have.
Go back and read that sentence again.
If – BIG IF – that were to be true, how would
you feel? Alone? Ashamed? Vulnerable, maybe, naked?
How many of those are you already feeling?
Wait, you say, but then everyone would know
that I was feeling that way! Oh, the shame!! And to that I counter, who is
everyone? I think it is important to share things – ask anyone in my life. I am
a TALKER. THAT IS NO SECRET. And a singer, a crier, a loud laugher, a big
smiler, my facial muscles move incredibly easily, making my face a pretty good
gauge of my feelings. Botox would do
me a disservice, but would probably lessen the burden on those who come in
contact with me and prefer not to have to witness so much FEELING.
I get it. Truly, I do.
I am not suggesting you disrobe and expose
your emotional streaker tendencies to everyone you come in contact with. I am,
however, gently prodding all of us to share more.
To, at the very least, begin with yourself. Baby steps. If you cannot
acknowledge to yourself that you are not FINE all the time, then what good will
sharing it with others do? I will begin by admitting I talk to myself. In the
mirror. When, how, and frequency is beside the point. You’re reading my blog,
you should know this about me if you don’t already, and it should come as no
surprise. I am all about doing what is encouraging for your SOUL. I am an avid
proponent of Living
Out Loud, to the extent you need to, want to, or can handle it. Embracing ourselves is just, if not more,
important as embracing others. In fact, embracing ourselves more fully allows
us to be kinder, gentler, more compassionate, understanding, to realize that
others are battling their own demons, and that theirs may seem or feel or be
just as tough for them as ours are for us.
And that they deserve to be equally as
gentle, as forgiving, as PROUD of themselves, for the level of emotional
fracking they may be doing.
Pull.
Pull hard, and passionately, with a fervor
for what you will uncover and an excitement of what fears it will unearth. What
fears you will get to toss out and debunk.
And then.
Then we, you, I (let me speak for myself, here), get the privilege of extracting,
taking from that the gems that life has wrapped like a man responsible for Christmas
gift-wrapping (or like MY gift-wrapping abilities. True story. Ask anyone.),
crumbled paper, mismatched tags, bows that fall apart. A mess on the outside,
but a true gift on the inside. Invaluable. Priceless. The diamond of lessons in
every rock. And, rather than put those away, polish them. Display them proudly on a shelf, a mantle, in a spotlighted
glass case where I imagine only very valuable and breakable items and such are
showcased. (I have none of these such
things in my house physically because, well, I’m a bit accident-prone. Know
your strengths and weaknesses, right?)
These are trophies. These are badges of
honor. These lessons, these flaws, these fears unearthed…they are your beauty.
Go.
Be Beautiful.
Love you to bits…especially those bits you blow apart.
B
“I followed my dream and my dream led me to
service. I have come to believe that this is how it ALWAYS works. We find the
place where our gift and our need intersect. We become bold enough to begin
using our gift to heal ourselves. Then the Universe says: HOT DAMN! SHE’S
READY! and then immediately issues us an invitation to join the world of
giving. The healing become the healers. The dreamers become the servers. Our
gifts are used to help others rise.” - See more at: momastery
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