Who's the Shaman?
In April 2006, I awakened from an uneventful Saturday afternoon nap to find a Raven rising up from my floor. It brushed its wings against my forehead, said "It's time" and disappeared into the ceiling.
Now. You should know that this was a most unusual occurrence for me. I did not live a life where Ravens rose up from my bedroom floor. Ever. Nap or no nap. Nor was I looking for one.
I loved life and, in 2006, life was loving me.
I was successful. I was fulfilled. I was happy.
Happy with my marriage, my family, my friends. Fulfilled with the life I, a native Texan, had created in Boston with a Bulgarian husband and a Scottish Terrier named Tyra Banks. And successful with a consulting practice that had allowed me to transition from a career in Democratic politics to a highly profitable business that was growing so fast I had to turn clients away.
It really was a great life. It just wasn't my life, not the one I was meant to live.
So, over a period of years--six and counting--I have gone through the often painful, occasionally hilarious and never dull process of shedding each and every aspect of that life. To the point that, today, all that remains is Tyra and me. In New Orleans (where I write a weekly column about this great city and offer bimonthly commentary on our local feed of NPR's Morning Edition).
While I can't speak for Tyra Banks (really, who could?) I can say that for me, life today is fueled by successful surrender, fulfilled peace, and happy uncertainty!
Thanks for stopping by---Brett Will Taylor (click on my name to send an email and start a conversation or follow me on Twitter @bwtshaman)
Now. You should know that this was a most unusual occurrence for me. I did not live a life where Ravens rose up from my bedroom floor. Ever. Nap or no nap. Nor was I looking for one.
I loved life and, in 2006, life was loving me.
I was successful. I was fulfilled. I was happy.
Happy with my marriage, my family, my friends. Fulfilled with the life I, a native Texan, had created in Boston with a Bulgarian husband and a Scottish Terrier named Tyra Banks. And successful with a consulting practice that had allowed me to transition from a career in Democratic politics to a highly profitable business that was growing so fast I had to turn clients away.
It really was a great life. It just wasn't my life, not the one I was meant to live.
So, over a period of years--six and counting--I have gone through the often painful, occasionally hilarious and never dull process of shedding each and every aspect of that life. To the point that, today, all that remains is Tyra and me. In New Orleans (where I write a weekly column about this great city and offer bimonthly commentary on our local feed of NPR's Morning Edition).
While I can't speak for Tyra Banks (really, who could?) I can say that for me, life today is fueled by successful surrender, fulfilled peace, and happy uncertainty!
Thanks for stopping by---Brett Will Taylor (click on my name to send an email and start a conversation or follow me on Twitter @bwtshaman)
