Today, as I rise like the Phoenix, I can look back at my path and see Divine Perfection.
All my life, I have been an educator; however, in the summer of 2007, I was faced with a difficult choice—to continue as a classroom teacher or to pursue advanced training in Phoenix Rising Yoga Therapy to help heal my mind, body and spirit. For the first time in my life, I allowed the choice to come from deep within the essence of my being instead of being ruled by fear. I left my stable job (with retirement and summers off) to do what I knew in my heart I needed to do at this time in my life.
My journey forward involved listening to my heart to learn just who I am. It took time for the mind chatter to quiet down. And in the silence of “not doing” I began to feel. As a result, similar to Eckart Tolle, I allowed time for the birthing of my life’s purpose. I may not have all the answers, but I do know that I am an educator who is “doing whatever it takes to lead, inspire and support all students to be successful lifelong learners.” In my commitment, I willingly journeyed to the heart of education.
I “know” I have a role to play in helping provide adults who work with youth the professional development they need to truly heal their hearts so that they can create the safe space for learning to be birthed in from vibrational classrooms for our youth. I believe that it is time for our nation’s schools to focus on the “root” instead of continuing to count the “fruit.” I have been blessed with birthing a program that will “be the change” we want to see in our educational system. I am honored to share what I have with you. In the meantime, may this entry ignite a fire of re-membrance in your heart as you choose to journey future forward.
Prior to March 22, 2008, I had not followed the 2008 Presidential Campaign. However, I had heard that Oprah was supporting Barack and that he was for “change.” As a registered Independent, I often don’t tune into the political rhetoric until the November election. Instead of feeling pressure to vote along a party line, I have always wanted the freedom to vote with my “heart.” However, upon returning home Friday afternoon and getting the morning paper out of my mailbox with intent of viewing the movie schedule, I was moved from within after reading the headline that Obama was in Salem for a ticketed event and would be speaking that night in Eugene.
My mind questioned if I was to see Obama while he was in Oregon as I ventured on my out on morning walk. By the time I arrived home, I “knew” I was supposed to be in Eugene. I also “knew” that I would be in the front row and shake Barack’s hand. I could see the vivid scene in through mind’s eye.
When I arrived to Eugene, I found the longest line I had ever seen. After weaving through thousands of kind souls and receiving some caring coaching, I found the end of the two lines that had formed. Although many had come with friends, I came solo with the intention of giving and receiving all that was in my highest good. I was comfortable with my silence for I was present with my breath throughout the entire experience. I could feel the warmth of the love and hope that surrounded me. I had never seen a presidential candidate before and my “inner knowing” kept telling me that this was a critical experience for me. How? I didn’t know, but I knew and felt in my heart its importance as the vision of Obama and I appearing together with Oprah show came into view once again. A vision I had several times.
The line began to move slowly and those nearby began to talk. I continued observing in silence—just “feeling” the energy—as my field continued to grow and grow as it merged with others. On a couple of occasions, I offered a brief phrase or two to the conversation forming around me; however, mainly I was merely “feeling” the experience. After moving around a portion of the soccer field, I noticed a fortune from a cookie lay number side up on the sidewalk. I reached down to pick it up knowing the message was for me to find, “Today will be lucky and memorable for you.” I laughed out loud with a sense of gratitude that left a quiet smile on my face.
As I continued following my place in line, the near seven-foot-tall handsome young man with the sandy brown hair from Corvallis asked what I did in Salem. I explained I was a student in Yoga Therapy and he shared that he worked with solar energy. We continued in line another hour and a half with brief conversation as I my focus was to be present and aware of the energy that surrounded me. As people around began to question if we would get into the stadium, I “knew” I would see Obama from the front row.
After the like line snaked around the entire perimeter of the soccer field, we could see the doorway to the McArthur Court. Soon after, we got the message that the stadium was full. Officials shared that Barack would be making a brief appearance on the soccer field. Those in the remainder of the line dispersed splitting off in different directions to head to the soccer field—the place the line had begun. I weaved through the line to find a clear path. When I arrived at the soccer field to find a spot to see and hear Obama, the tall man stood next to me just behind the barricade.
We waited for nearly 30 minutes for Obama to appear on the field. All the while I could “feel” the energy within and around—as the crowd radiated as ONE. I chose to speak sparingly as I was in such a feeling space. As time passed, standing room became shoulder to shoulder, as the crowd squeezed together with growing, yet, very polite impatience. There was no personal space. The gathering had had melding into one. The energy I felt was getting even more intense as the unseen merged with seen as physical bodies crammed together. The crisp, cold night under the artificial lights had grown warmer in with the mass. In fact, the tall man commented that he was no longer cold.
Similar to the energy I felt with like-hearted souls visiting the Museum of Tolerance as part of the Freedom Writers teacher training, I could feel the illumination of the tall man. It we were meeting in the “field” Rumi wrote about. As we waited, the tall man made another comment, “I should have done my yoga this morning ‘cause I’m feeling it now.” The energy I felt continued to grow in the unseen world. It was as our energy fields merged into a powerful generator and were illuminating the entire soccer field as a field of hope, love and peace. I stood breathing in the powerful energy and breathing out love to all those attending as I closed my eyes—an experience powerful beyond measure.
Obama arrived and spoke for several minutes sharing words that my soul longed to hear from a leader. Before entering the large black SUV and departing to the front doors of McArthur Court, he walked the yellow tape barricade to shake hands.
When Barack arrived in front of me with his clutch of security officers, I held out my right hand. As Obama shook my hand, he reached up with his left hand forming an infinity symbol of connection to shake the tall young man’s left hand behind me. For a moment, it felt like the crowd was frozen in time as I looked the presidential candidate straight in the eye. And, while channeling the loving energy that had filled the night air, I gripped the presidential candidate’s right hand and shook it firmly as I enunciated each syllable, declaring:
“WE are the Change.”
Barack’s eyes of shock glared back at me like a deer in headlights as I, too, felt the current of energy flow through the three of us like a lightning bolt. It was as if Obama was the conduit of a very powerful charge for change.
Yes. I was exactly where I needed to be. Not because my mind told me so, because I had learned to HeartListen. As I journeyed back to my car, I knew that Barack Obama would be voted in to serve as our next president in the 2008 Presidential Campaign. What I didn’t know was that in 2021 his then vice president, Joe Biden, would be sworn in as President of the United States of America.
May we always remember, no matter who leads a nation, “We are the change.”