​I’m putting pressure on myself.
The kind of pressure that holds you down. And holds you back.
Keeps defining your future steps in a certain way.
 
The kind of pressure that quakes in the face of death.
And runs hiding from the face of life.
You know… THAT kind of pressure.
 
And my chest burns with its impact.
Feeling all the well-intentioned and well-meaning selective actions I’ve taken.
Measured. Thought out. Like a cinched waistline that doesn’t want to reveal any curves.

Forge the Tiniest Crack
 
There is a place we each must journey to.
To face things we’ve been running from
our whole lives.

To face things that caused us to believe we were unworthy. Of love.
And unworthy
of life.

So we can settle in to something. To anything.
And rest our tired shoulders upon the unmovable. The essential.
To hunker in to some real kind of warmth.

The kind that darkness and stillness can only provide.

To unfurl within us a welcoming. A startling softness.
Throughout our body
underneath hard edges and encrusted layers,
jagged corners. The ones we’ve been avoiding. Side stepping.
Because we were so afraid to reach out a hand
and feel what rests below their surface.

For in our innocence, we had fully come to believe
they would cut and pierce us to the core.

And it is here we must go. We absolutely must.

To face what we once believed. And ask ourselves,
“Am I afraid to die? Or am I more afraid to come fully alive?”
Because this is the question whose answer will shatter all previous falsity.
And begin to forge the tiniest crack

across the coldness and terror of our hearts
as our own deep despair reveals
a most brilliant light. Shining in full-spectrum color
beneath a hard smooth surface.
Awaiting the right conditions
of the one willing to look and see
a bedazzling existence of awe and wonder
that breathes
all we are and have been
into the most restrictive places of our common suffering.
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Places that have not known how to do it any differently.
Because of the conditions we were raised within.
To believe what was passed down. As is the way of human form.
 
It’s in the settling. To all that has passed through us.
Into the places that scare us and leave our body trembling.
Wanting to run. To get out. And hide.
Inside of which we find our stability. For our sacred presence.
For the capacity we each have. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US.
To face all of life
with tears in our eyes and say, “I am here. I love you.”
 
I am here.
I love you.
I am here.
I love you.
I am here.
 
I am ready to allow Love to reveal through me what coming fully alive is and is for.
 
Sharon Ann Rose
July 2018
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She said it's much more than about building a house.
It's a lifestyle. It's a movement.
And Portland is at the epicenter.

I was speaking with one of the State Leaders of the Tiny House of America Association.
Her story was moving. It gave me goosebumps as she retold it.
And as she told me of her Granddaughter, who was now beginning to speak up politically. Because she was inspired by her Grandmother's passion to this work.

It's for the next generation.
Our heart's work.
It's for the next generation.
She suggested we visit a local industrial yard turned rental space for Tiny House builders.
It was quiet on the unusually cold afternoon we visited.

We came across a young man renovating a bus he got off of Craigslist to live in with his wife.
We saw a few folks welding metal and building boats.
We spoke with a Contractor who builds Tiny Houses for a living.
Signs of rebuilding dreams in innovative ways is everywhere.
Being our own leaders. Our own builders. Our own visionaries.
I'm grateful my son is being shown this, as he discovers how to manifest his work in the world.
In his own way. In his own style.
We're still looking for donations of supplies, wood and a flat-bed trailer!!
Many have asked how they can support from afar as well.

Thank you Universe that doesn't stop recreating itself...

This is my son. His name is Kordan. And he's 13.

For many years, he's had a dream.
To build a tiny house.
And this year, during 8th grade at his Waldorf school, students are asked to take on a year-long project to deepen their mastery of a skill, grow a passion, and be of service to the community.

So Kordan is building his Tiny Dream.

The truth is, his dad and I tried to talk him out of it at different times. We've been through so much this year. And just weren't sure we could hold it together to support him with such a big vision. As parents, we can feel such deep responsibility for helping our children and their vision.
And then we had to relook at that. And ourselves.
If we felt so exhausted, how could we get out of the way so our son's BIG dream could come to be!?

Guess what... it's happening! We can feel it. And are now being drawn right in to the apex of it.
By the grace and gift of community and connection, and standing for your dreams even when you aren't sure how they'll come to be...
The most amazing mentor has come forward to guide him!
He's had contractors offer help with gathering some donations!
An architect met with him and is drawing up plans!
And his classmates and friends have offered to help construct it!

Watching this. Watching dreams grow.
It means more to me than I can say.
Especially through this building of a home.
Because it represents so much for our family. And my heart.
We're doing it right alongside our son. Rebuilding Home.

We'd love your support if you're drawn to offer it.

There's many parts and pieces still to garner.
He's focusing on gathering all materials by the end of the year.
And has a detailed list he's asking for help with (included below)... ranging from a flat bed trailer, to outlet covers, insulation, roofing, flooring, etc.
If you've got materials around from a previous home-building project, know a contractor who might have resources to share, or are willing to help Kordan in the building of his dreams, message me.

We're so very grateful for our community of care and realization!

Many have asked how they can support Kordan's project from afar.
Here's a way to do that...
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts!

Life is under reconstruction now. For us all.
I am here to be by your side through the chaos and reorganization, as you stay true to the deepest longings of your own soul.

Reach out to set up a complimentary consult to explore my work and services, and see if we're a good match.

"My time with you was such a gift. The ways that you listen and that you hear and reflect to me what I have said is profound. Truly. You really helped me come back into my body, into my own life experience. I've been remembering and honoring what I want to be doing, what brings me joy. And I see how this helps my loved ones around me. I feel so blessed to be learning this over and over again. Thank you for always reminding me the silent revolution that occurs within. This idea runs so counter to everything in our outer society, it is so refreshing to be reminded of, to see illuminated the power of change from Within. Thank you, my Sister." ~ LH, mentorship client