A parable in the style of the inimitable Catherine Caine.
Omnia plumb wore herself out chasing down dinner. She would track down every last morsel she could find and then collapse at the end of the day, exhausted.
Once in a while she gazed longingly at the nearby pond ~ the water would feel so cool and silky on her skin, a refreshing change from the hot dry air. But swimming was for little kids; she’d outgrown that long ago. And besides, no one else around was taking the time for a dip in the pond. She needed to keep up.
One day, as Omnia hustled past the water, she saw a dim figure scooting about in the depths. She stopped to watch for a minute, then two, then five, and still the swimmer didn’t surface. Must be some kind of fish, Omnia thought as she watched its figure-eights and rolling dives in fascination.
“That looks superb!” she called down when at last the creature poked a nose through the duckweed. “How’d you do it? Stay down that long, I mean?”
“Easy. I’m designed for it!” came the cheery reply. “My skin absorbs oxygen from the water straight into my bloodstream.”
“Then isn’t it killing you to break the surface?” Omnia asked, worried.
“Nope! When I come up on land, my lungs kick in and breathe for me.” The slick green animal hopped up onto a lily pad and Omnia let out a gasp. It looked just like her!
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be an amphibian,” the frog said. “You must be missing out on a lot of great swimming if you never go in the water anymore.”
“I dip a toe in now and then,” Omnia admitted, “but I figure that fun is just for tadpoles. And nobody else thinks swimming is important.”
“But they’re not frogs! They don’t know how easy and enjoyable it is for you! C’mon, what are you waiting for?” And the frog splashed back into the murk.
Leaving Omnia poised on the bank, wondering whether she dared to dive in after.
The moral of the story
Denying part of our identity, or putting other identities ahead of it, is another way of causing ourselves pain.
If a frog tried to live like a fish or a mammal, and ignored or buried its amphibian identity, everything would go off-kilter.
The creator identity is comprehensive enough to encompass everything else in our lives, and when we put it at the centre, it can meet all of our needs ~ for challenge, service, connection, abundance, and joy.
The creative personality contains multitudes: we are at home in the garret and the gallery opening; we nap in the afternoon and burn the midnight oil; we have the gentle yin of reflection and the fierce yang of action.
The way forward is by knowing the many dimensions of you ~ the full spectrum of your traits, what you long to make, what’s important to you, why you are perfectly suited to creating. Turning inward and taking responsibility for expressing who you are.
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Are you fish? Are you amphibian? Are you living out the full magnificence of you?