Well, the truth is, I’ve been stuck in the muck of some serious letting go.

Since March, I’ve lost my Mom, my father-in-law, my doggie, sold our house in Los Angeles and made Ojai our home.

(You may have noticed that I’ve let go of the name “Dragonfly Movement” too. But we’ll talk about that later.)

I’d like to tell you that I’ve made all these soul-shaking transitions with ease and grace.

But since that would be a big fat lie, I will share a few Dragonflying Lessons that have helped me deal with some very challenging times.

And I hope they’ll help you, no matter what kind of muck you’re dealing with in your life.

Trust in the muck.

Before becoming magnificent winged beings, dragonflies start off as your basic nondescript black bugs, crawling around the bottom of the pond.

They go through all kinds of changes down there that are invisible to the eye. Continually shedding old versions of themselves and growing new ones.

Lucky for them, they don’t have that punishing voice inside spewing,“What’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you flying yet? Everybody else is flying.”

Somehow, they just trust the process. And know that their time in the muck is what grows their wings.

That’s something we all need to remember.

Don’t get out. Go in.

It’s human nature to want to get out of the muck. To cry a few tears, read a self-help book and get on with it.

But the truth is, the only way out of our pain is to go in.

We need to allow ourselves the time and space to feel our feelings. And to crawl around in our fear, our worry, our grief and our sadness.

Trust me, I’ve done a lot of crawling around the last several months.

But instead of being compassionate and kind like I would be to a friend, I’ve water-boarded myself with cruel comments like:

“Get over it.”  “You should be more productive.”  “You call yourself a writer? You haven’t written a word for months.”

To be honest, I had no energy for doing. And had to make peace with being.

There are times in all of our lives when we need to honor our process. And surrender to the void.

It’s in that void that we grow our wings.

There’s magic in the muck.

Besides all the transitions, I’ve also been struggling with that deep existential muck that you may be grappling with too:

“Who Am I? And Why Am I Here?” 

As much as I’ve  loved the idea of “The Dragonfly Movement,” I haven’t been able to explain it to people in one simple sentence. Or even two or three.

(Which is especially mucked up, since I’m an award-winning copywriter and branding expert.)

For months, I kept thinking and thinking about how to put my mission into words. And kept getting more and more confused.

But then, one day, when I was crawling around  in the muck of so much loss and change, (not thinking, but feeling), the answer unexpectedly “flew in.”

It came from somewhere far beyond my brain. A voice so clear, it felt like my Higher Self was talking to me.

And it said:

“I HELP WOMEN GET UNSTUCK FROM THEIR MUCK. AND INTO THEIR MAGIC.

Phew. After months of going around in circles, I finally felt the peace of a clear, true path.

And that same, wise voice gave me specific “Flight Instructions” on just how I can help other women find the magic in their muck. And take flight.

(Something that I’m really excited to share with you soon.)

In the meantime, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for being such a loyal flying companion on this ever-changing journey of ours.

Tell us about your muck, your magic or ___________.

We all have so much to learn from each other. So, if you feel like it, please leave a comment at the bottom of the post. 

Aaah.

It feels so good to be back with you, my beloved fetch. (The dragonfly equivalent of a gaggle of geese.)

With soaring gratitude and so much love,
xoxWendi