It turns out I have three (3) definitions of abundance!
I *loved* the Lance Armstrong post, but..how does it relate to, “greater abundance through greater clarity?” Armstrong has probably *lost* an abundance of money, relationships, and trust over the last few weeks.
I was so grateful for the need to clarify 😉 the connection for me between abundance and loss that sets me apart from all other fundraisers and moneycoaches. It forms part of my “brand.”
While there are a lot of terrific, superb, brilliant, heart-centered fundraisers and moneycoaches, most would not celebrate Lance Armstrong as a model for abundance-seekers just now! A huge realization: my unique offer to our Beloved Community is helping people self-define abundance.
I celebrate Armstrong’s struggle as a model place to begin abundance-seeking. Why?
The hint of an answer came to me in a comment I wrote to that post:
the connection between humility and deep abundance that comes through probing the spiritual depths sometimes.
and I wondered, privately to the perceptive reader:
Do I have a very unusual definition of abundance, perhaps?
That got me started on this post, seeking your own personal, even quirky, yet completely satisfying definitions of abundance.
And it clued me in that anywhere can be a model place to start seeking abundance, if it brings us to my definition I of abundance = loss, humility, and the clarity of self-awareness they give us. My experience tells me conscious loss clears out our inner space for more of what we truly want.
II. My second definition of abundance came the same week from my soul-colleague Andrea Wenger’s book chapter. As I wrote in my “Three Clues” post, here is the Divine Curriculum at work: the answer is right in front of you–you just have to be willing to look right in front of you to see it.
Soul-colleague sound and Reiki healer and community-supported wellness organizer Andrea Wenger sent me her upcoming book chapter to review last week. Long after I told her I loved it, I kept thinking about the part of her story of coming out to herself as abundant:
My answer in recent months to the question of “what do I want?” was to be a clear channel of healing…and be supported! Often the last phrase was spoken with desperation and exasperation: “I’ve found the healing work I’m gifted in and love to do, and it’s transformative and a blessing to others. Why isn’t the Universe supporting me in it? I just want to pay my bills and take care of myself reasonably well. I don’t need an expensive car or vacation in Hawaii! What am I missing here? I just want to be supported!!” In that moment, I saw the scarcity and lack in those statements. I was stuck in a false assumption that I was not being supported, when there was so much evidence to the contrary. I had a beautiful home, a reliable car, and plenty of food in my kitchen, and even a garden in my small inner-city back yard. Income and other resources were showing up consistently, month by month, even day by day, to support me in paying my bills and starting to pay off debts. Any blocks to greater amounts of support and resources were a direct result of my own fears and scarcity thinking. I burst into tears—this time, tears of relief and understanding…even joy. I am being supported! Clearly, it was time to let go of the illusion that I didn’t have enough, the worries that I won’t have enough—and simply rest into the truth that I am being supported in each moment.
And right here was my definition II of abundance = noticing I already have what I am asking for. (Which may mean I need to change what I’m asking!)
III. My definition III came from another soul-colleague the same week: a post by Beth Crittenden, whom I’ve blogged about as “The Other Beth,” a gifted financial organizer and insightful blogger at Unconditional Serenity:
I might change my mind.
If I don’t change my mind, I might decide it was a mistake.
I might get more rather than less bitter about “wealthy” people after I do it.
I might overdo it. (Lord knows that is very often the case. At least I shouldn’t be surprised if I overdo it.)
But as of now, I am planning on joining the San Francisco Tennis Club for at least 4 months…..
With several paragraphs exploring why she doubted herself–and then her realization:
Jeez, writing this list I see how it would potentially do more harm to NOT join this place, at least for those inferiority complex reasons, and at least have the experience of surviving there…..
closing with powerful acknowledgement of our witness in her self-defining:
Thanks, as always, for sharing the power of your witnessing with me.
Commenting into Beth’s post, I “outed” myself with my definition III of abundance:
I way love what happens to me when I claim what’s deeply luxurious for me!….I have a closet, serious deeply-devoted-to-luxury side who has taken me (quite alone, thank you, as well as with a select friend) to a five-star hotel for my birthday, and at times to what _for me_ represents the most exquisite spa in my area. One of the beautiful things this does for me come when I am not comfortable financially taking myself to these places and I have abundant luxury experiences to draw on so that I may travel there in the dreamtime–with deep healing received, and the creativity and inspiration I receive from bathing in soothing waters, beauty, and deliciousness of all my senses. I go to art museums for the same reasons. I create home high-teas for myself, my daughter, and anyone who will sit still long enough from within this loving Aphrodite-Hestia temple inside me.
while toasting her
with a dreamtime flute of exquisitely expensive champagne (homeopathic quantity for libation purposes only
So my definition III of abundance = luxury. (And it turns out that the motto of the SF Tennis Club is “luxury without apology”!)
So now I ask you to self-define. Has brand-slavery cornered your mental market? Or do you self-define abundance? You are guaranteed dissatisfaction if you don’t self-define. You are guaranteed dreamtime satisfaction if you do–and “from the dreamtime comes the real-time.”
Tell me: how do YOU define abundance? I’d love to know.