Letting Go of Frustration and Self-Judgement While Shooting a Pumpkin!
Once on the farm, you’d think Gabe was born there. Smell didn’t bother him. Total natural with animals and climbing all over the barn in the hay. He was RIGHT in the pen with TONS of cows, in his rubber boots, guiding them into the milking station… they are HUGE animals and yet he had no fear! He loved the horses (Mr. Wilson came right over to nuzzle me when I went for a walk in the stunning acres over rolling hills…yum). Gabe also loved the dogs and one farm cat Kitan in particular. He even shot a bibi gun.
So did I! And a bigger gun. And a Bigger one! Nearly knocked me off my feet. Way up in the hills. I hit a pumpkin. LOVED it! I’m officially a red neck.
Justice was my 17 yr. old mentor who taught me the rules of respect for the guns. He told me he has no idea how I can live in a city. He prefers nature and animals to people. Yet he’s got a huge heart and I loved my lesson and appreciated his patience!
It was such a metaphor for life, when I was timid and not grounded, I missed the pumpkin. Frustration or self-judgment made it worse. When I pulled the trigger too fast ‘trying’ to hit the pumpkin, I missed. Yet when I leaned up against the truck, gun to my cheek, exhaled deep into my body and into the earth, BECAME the trigger AND the bullet and pulled the trigger softy, directly like I WAS the gun… WAS the bullet… bingo. Wow. I feel so enlivened. It was like a meditation. Cleared my mind, got me present, in my body, clear what I’m generating and creating in my life. Hot.>