Time was fast and slow and non-existent in this magical space in the heart of the Andes….and suddenly it was my last day.
I was sad, and I was ready. Half in a space of hard-to-believe I was going back to civilization… and half of me was drinking in the promise of Buenos Aires, which called like a fresh start.
Buenos Aires….. my dear friend Josephine’s hometown! My amazing friend had looked over my Airbnb list for me, picking out the best possible neighborhood for me to stay. And though she hadn’t been to BA since she was a kid, she could advise me enough for it to feel like she was going with me.
Activating Magic
My last day at Chivor was packed… work, a kiting lesson, all squeezed in between calls with my coach.
One of the ways that this coach activates my magic is by helping me to see myself as the person who just does what I need to do… in order to create what I’m choosing to create.
The magic is that even if I don’t yet know the specifics of how it’ll all look – I can still choose to show up as that person. The one who finds the way to manifest the results. And who just does the thing.
It’s Already Here
Whatever I’m choosing.. it’s already here. It already exists.
I wanted to find the kind of connection and chemistry I felt with S?
… it’s already here, my coach would say.
Whatever I’m choosing to create — it’s already here. By universal law. (And, quantum physics agrees).
This was the energy I’d be taking with me to Argentina and beyond.
So I practiced knowing it was already here. Love was already here. Connection. Friends.
And then I suddenly remembered I had a message in my DM’s. It was from someone who’d messaged me after I introduced myself in a Nomad’s Facebook group….
I realized with a start that I hadn’t responded to his message. why?
Intimidation, maybe. I was really attracted to his pics, and too intimidated to respond.
… it’s already here.
I decided to send S my one second film that he’d inspired.
It wasn’t exactly closure, but something of the sort. There’d been a creative spark amplified as part of our connection… and I wanted this inspired connection to be what it had been, without needing it to be more.
So I sent off the video to S… “you inspired this, btw”.
And then it all felt done, and I picked up my phone and responded to the new guy in my DM’s who was traveling across Argentina.
Last Kiting Lesson
Last lesson, and I had a different kite than the one I’d been training with… it was more powerful, but slower to respond.
In a way, that made it easier, but it was also a whole new thing to adjust to.
As always, I swam towards the center of the lake, getting ready to launch the kite and practice a “waterstart.”
The skills were building, but the fear was still there. I’d feel the strength of the waves, the wind, the power of the kite, and I’d feel scared.
But sometimes the growth means doing the things that make you feel scared. And it’s okay.
… and then, there in the middle of the water, I heard my biz coach’s voice in my head:
what if it didn’t need to be hard?
What if it was okay to feel all the stuff- but it didn’t need to be hard?
and then I was up.
standing on the board, flying through the water, soaring with the wind.
and falling over, and doing it again.
the person who just does it.
Excellent control!! Very, very good, Rachel!! Juan was cheering me on, now.
And I was up on the board and it was perfect and glorious, and the sky was clear, and I’d made it through the storm, and Buenos Aires called.
