Two months ago the Maki Peeps and I decided to take this Heroic journey out to play in the world and we launched, official-like, The Phone Booth Project. We relaunched this blog with a deeper intent, co-hosted a Fuel Your Divine Fire event in Calgary Alberta with Xtraordinary Game-Changers of the Limitless Kind, built our facebook page and, well, got communicating.
The response has been killer, from feedback to shares, to connections of the kindred kind. With the kick-off craze I felt a profound gratitude for what the world was saying it needed…that maybe, juuuust maybe, this idea of a Heroes Handbook, a place to Step In, Suit Up, Celebrate Xtraordinary and form a conscious League of Game-Changers, had merit.
20 Year Quest to hone in life skills toward grander purpose….
But as all was falling into place, I felt displaced from the work… the DOing of The Phone Booth Project, which we had been so focused on before the Sharing of it. And so we got Mission-focused once again, delivering warmth of winter gear and Maki-boy love to those in the grip of record-breaking chill. We felt connected again and balanced this DOing with the power of BEing, in meditation, contemplation and community sharing.
I will pause and say, that from the time I was a child I felt as though I had a deep and undeniable calling to make a difference (as cliche as that is), to make a consequential impact on the world. Maybe a few of you can relate? 😉
A guiding inner guru with a relentless beckoning voice, traveling to the ends of the earth and depths of soul that it leads to, volunteering with Hospice, testing my limits in Marathon running, honing skills on worldly levels, and contributing to varied causes where I feel others share my drive for more for the planet… have kept me honest and resilient through the crash n’ burn and high of life and, always always seeking.
So on Feb 19th, when my husband’s text came through and read, “Call me. I have a job for you.” I never would have guessed that the next quest for humanity was a ring-back away. Everest College Canada was being dismantled by circumstance and fear and I was being urged to, at the very least support its 3000 shell-shocked, displaced students and staff, and at the very most, be part of a team of Xtraordinary Game-Changers discontent with lying down in the wake of it all.
To believe in something,
be driven by the higher ideal,
ignited by hope,
fueled by the tenacity of the human spirit,
struck numb by indifference,
infiltrated with a few sorted nay-sayers, and,
come back swinging for justice,
washed over and spurted out and up as you come full face with the truth
of who you are
what you will and will not do in this life, and
what you will not give up on, for the greater good and the meaning of it all…
THIS is to be CALLED and to ANSWER.
As volunteer lead-communications on this Everest ride, I am no longer wondering or waiting for the next opportunity to Suit Up. I’m in that Booth and changing daily (or revealing more of who and what I am, is more apt a description). I’ve remembered why I started all this…why I incessantly seek for the next way to hold a hand or grasp an ideal and see where we may journey together, next…
And, although this may sound corny or simplistic,
I’m in it for the love.
The love of humanity, the love that is discovered in a community designed to guide each other through the heart ache to the triumph of truth.
I am dazzled by those who can hit rock bottom and still find a way to hoist another up on their shoulders to get a glimpse of the light.
I am forlorn for a world that revels in doubt and responds from fear with fear, and
I hope every day that I am wrong.
That the love that is within us trumps it all:
Yes, even in the face and race of business,
in the ivory towers and the board rooms of our nation.
That decisions are not based on popularity or perception but in response to the need of those who ache, who long, like me,
In a world that cares, just cares.
No games. No blame. No anger.
In people, who cape or no cape,
stand for what is good and just and real and right in this life.
Who fight the good fight for those who cannot fight or who have forgotten how
or who have misplaced their hope and trust,
who no longer believe in heroes, or at least not in a hero who would find and save them.
Society’s are filled to overflowing with mental illness, disconnected, torn, globally aware but addicted to escapism through technology, in games of the electronic or liquid brand, to avoid the helplessness they feel.
Can we not see?
On the flip-side, we are in deed in the midst of a spiritual, nutritional, planetary, wellness revolution, a cyber love-fest, where every tool imaginable is available and every minute of the day could be filled with learning and claiming our power to uplift, heal and soar. And yet, we suffer. Truly we do.
I have shaped my world to resemble a Tony Robbins Retreat with the Dalia Lama as guest speaker, filled with possibility and potential, invigorating fire-walks to spur the spirit and meditation and contemplation to sooth the soul. But this last month, my pass was up and I ended up smack dab in the middle of reality off the island. And it sucks (and I’m not a fan of that nondescript word, but it’s all I’ve got). Not the people or the place but the circumstance, the limbo, the duty relinquished, the dreams squelched and I’ve watched students and staff wither in the wait.
Many would say, “Tough. That’s just the stuff of life.”
But is it, does it have to be? Really?
I do not believe for one moment that this is what any one person would say they wanted were they asked to comment.
It may be a spiral of events that took Everest by storm, not a malicious act of the singular kind, but as with all things once they’ve happened… we are where we are.
We need a hero. Not just for the Everest students and staff, we need heroism on so many levels in this life. We need people who can look beyond the desires or the pressure of the moment and see the grander scheme of reality, those who will ponder and practically apply an answer to the question, “Why are we really all here?”
And in a deep and innate drive that I believe exists within us all some where, we must resolve to answer this with the truth, beyond business to person, beyond agenda to co-creation, beyond convoluted meanderings and half-answers, we must survey our options and speak up, loud and clear… for the only thing that will save us all in this…
We must answer a question with a question, a question that leads to the only answer that will solve the world’s ailments in the home, in the community and at the office.
In answer to “Why are we really all here?”…
We must always, always, before strategically planning, creating, responding, calling in the cavalry or calling in the press,
“What would love do?”
This is not some childish wish, or some uneducated desire based on a whim. Let us look at the ailments of us all and realize there simply is nothing else that could create the miracles required to turn statistics around.
Today, you are the miracle, you are the Game-Changer. Do this for yourself, for those who need YOU to don that Cape of Possibility when they cannot don it for themselves. In ways simple and grand, let us show those who have lost their ability to see, that when we Step In together, there is nothing, absolutely nothing that is out of our reach.
p.s. I know there are heroes at work right now for these Everest students and staff. I can feel it with my Spidey-sense. And I thank you in advance for all you are doing to turn this all around in the time that balances due diligence with a keen understanding of what the wait means to every person who stands in line to see what their future holds.
In honour of the Hero you are and the Hero you can be.
Until next time my fellow Xtraordinary Game-Changer,
Notes of Credit and Thanks…
~ And Thank you to Quote Investigator for the thorough explanation of where that famous quote, “Life is what happens when you’re making other plans,” came from. 🙂
~ Thank you also, to Brian Ward for the amazing picture of Everest Student with the Yellow sign.