To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest. Pema Chodron
When holding on to the sticks of my little nest and refusing to fly on, the weather can get so stormy as to blow me out of my home.
I am being pushed out of the nest of passivity into participation. My debut at improv is tonight.
My oldest daughter is going through the beginning of her college application process and show signs of finding her niches, more and more.
My youngest is entering high school this fall and already feels the shift of that, if she doesn’t get recruited into Cirque du Soleil, first. 🙂
My school is transitioning to a whole new format, combining shorter classes and online components, while reliable, English department strongholds – gone overnight; nothing is guaranteed – is it ever?
My girls want to move into a home that feels more like a home than this condo. Despite the overwhelming task of taking all we own and carrying it out and down and across and through…
My “yes, and…” is to say why not? to all of it.
We are throwing ourselves out of these nests, eyeing others…which starts in the imagination, in openness, in flowing, and finally sweat! Let us see how this goes.
Life as Improv 
Best wishes with your debut, and thanks for sharing a lovely song. ♥
Thanks Maddy! Firsts are one of a kind experiences – and a nice thing to have under one’s belt as well.
Castenada’s Don Juan to his apprentices: “You were kicked out of every nest you’ve ever had.”
I hope you had a thrilling flight at your improv debut!
Oh, I love that Connection. I have been reading Castenada this past year! Felt some fast air and hard ground, par for the course of first flights – thrilling is the word! Thanks for sharing with me, Cheyenne!
Glad to know you had a thrilling first flight, Marga! Regarding Castaneda (who I can quote from for just about any situation, but manage to restrain myself): Don Juan obviously exists, the only question is if he is someone other than Castaneda. Irritating to those who have so bought into the image of the Fool that Castaneda plays that they can’t accept that he might be worthy of knowing or being the Master.
Cheyenne,
It is so interesting to stumble upon Castenada later – after the story has played out (as if the ripples ever stop!) Because I didn’t go from one concept of the identity to another, I just flow without definition into this nether land of wow and resonating truths. I do love the trickster archetype that allows people to examine their own need to define what truth looks like! Thank you so much for your sharing Cheyenne – orbs and Carlos Castenada – enjoying your company from afar! x!marga