I left the land and community where I lived for 13 years, just a couple years back. I held a farewell show called Life//Death//Life to honor my community, to employ my gifts, and to garner loving support on my move across the country.
The show was born out of an ache. An ache that I couldn’t quit. Couldn’t douse in sugar. Couldn’t drown in alcohol. Couldn’t Netflix my way out of. One of those nasty, persistent, deep-in-the-soul, do-I-really-have-to-do-this type aches.
And I was wise to resist it. I was validated in why I didn’t want to put the show on. And why I had to do it anyway.
I was humiliated many times during the process of putting that show on. A reporter from the local newspaper wanted to know why I was charging $25 a ticket and who did I think I was demanding that kind of money. A close friend told me they couldn’t participate in the show because it didn’t feel like it was in alignment with their values. I printed out 125 programs that I thought people would purchase. I still have about 100 in storage.
I was deeply embarrassed, ashamed and humiliated many times in that short 6-week journey of putting on that performance.
And.
I survived.
I survived it all.
Survived the reporter. Survived my friend. Survived the printing cost. Survived.
And each time became a little lighter. Each time learned that I’m that much more resilient. That the worst thoughts that I can have about myself are never the totality of me. But I am a wild and multitudinous bouquet of all that is. The parts I love and the parts that I am still learning to love.
(And it was a fucking BRILLIANT show! One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever been a part of and it expanded my capacity and taught me to trust myself, my ache, my life.)
David Richo has a book called How to Be an Adult. Its amazing.
In it, there’s a section called Declarations of Healthy Adulthood. And one of those declarations has been painted on the inside of the cave walls of my heart:
I am free enough to let my every word and deed reveal who I am. I love being seen as me.
Say it out loud.
I am free enough to let my every word and deed reveal who I am. I love being seen as me.
I am free enough to let my every word and deed reveal who I am. I love being seen as me.
I am free enough to let my every word and deed reveal who I am. I love being seen as me.
And sometimes. There’s a giant fucking ACHE that prevents us, that prevents ME, from letting my every word and deed reveal who I really am.
I get afraid of the idea of what will happen when I let my every word and deed reveal who I am.
So, I hedge. I hide. I wait. I invent reasons not to. I postpone. I fill my time with other things. Often worthwhile, beautiful things. People. Projects. Relationships.
But.
There’s still an ache.
And no amount of running around and scurrying in the family, in the community, in my business will satisfy the throb of that ache. The ache of my own soul’s turmoil inside my chest. Slamming, banging, pounding to be let out and to be free to run and romp and definitely fuck my tidy plans up.
The Ache is the Path you Must Take.
What the heck?!
And its relentless.
The soul is relentless.
And its sights are high.
And your vehicle as it stands right now is not suited for the journey.
And it must be changed, transformed, refined and even sometimes, humiliated, to become the vehicle that will take you where your soul wants to take you.
Putting on Life//Death//Life was an ache that I could not ignore and it brought me directly into my fears and I felt their teeth against my skin and felt the heat of my blood drip but soon each of those bites mended and the next bites were all gummy-toothed and sweet. No punctures. No blood. Just a little less fear at the next nippings.
I’ve got aches. I’ve got pains. And its not the standard 39-year-old aches and pains of a stiff low back and hamstrings tight as therabands.
There’s a book of poetry that is WAILING inside my gut to “HURRY UP!” and “YOU DON’T GET TO DECIDE!” and “THIS ISN’T EVEN ABOUT YOU!”
There’s a whole onslaught of resources, materials, inspirations, podcasts, interviews, worksheets, rituals, celebrations, courses, journals and books that I am ready to pour into a community of people who want to give their gifts more fully, more boldly, and in the loving support of a community of others endeavoring to do the same.
And this ache, this sacred ache inside of me, is no longer satisfied with the meager rations I’ve been giving it.
There’s an Ache. And it’s the path I must take.
Love,
Peter McLean
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