Alright my list lovers.
Apparently this is not going to be your standard blog….Your friendly “every Wednesday at 10am” newsletter that kindly makes its way into your inbox.
Late night boogie.
No, I’m the Friday night at 3am kinda gal. The girlfriend that calls you in the middle of the night, burning with excitement to tell you about the amazing night she just had. The huge insight that just ripped her open. The hot, thought-encounter that just shook her world.
The wisdom bomb that just went off.
Yep, it’s been one of those nights. One of those nights when you dance your ass off and, right there, right smack in the middle of the dance floor, you have an insight that blows your mind.
An idea that shakes you up. As in, AWAKE. You get up. You rise in awareness to meet your mind and you say:
Whoa. Totally.
It changes your life, the way you see things. A perspective shift. A diamond insight.
Creativity emerges and you find yourself wanting – longing – to somehow, in some way, share this beauty, this truth with the world.
It could be in song or dance. It could be a painting, or a book. It could be a special, loving touch, a grand adventure, or a love filled gaze.
Or, as is often the case with myself and the women I serve, it could be via the spoken word.
Whatever it is, one thing’s for sure:
the nature of a wisdom bomb is this — once it’s received, it’s meant to be shared.
That’s how wisdom works.
That’s how it lives on and spills from mind, to mind, to mind.
That’s how we evolve.
But here’s where the trouble starts. Here’s where the suffering and the insanity begins:
We forget that sharing is its very nature, and we think we’re crazy, or not good enough, or too fat, or not pretty enough, or for sure, not smart enough, or not original enough, or far too imperfect, too young (or too old), not ready, or not worth enough to share our wisdom with the world.
And instead of the blossoming balm of a wisdom bomb exploding in the world and igniting hearts and minds far & wide, we suffer the implosion of wisdom left to die inside.
This is tragic. A tragedy. A travesty unto one’s self.
In not speaking up and sharing what has moved and transformed us (and what is aching to be shared with others), we stop the natural flow of love, wisdom, and healing.
It hurts. It hurts our selves. It hurts our world.
So, to you, my dear list lover, I say to you this: let your wisdom bombs shine. Let your insights emerge. Let your voice ring out, and share the gift of your brilliance with us all.
We are waiting for you.
All my love,
KC
Comment below!
I am planning on it!
Yes! xxoo
Aaaaaaaah! I LOVE this post. Thank you for reminding me that no matter how much I think I am too young or too fat or not enough to share my insight, that it’s hurtful to the world if I don’t and that I’ll implode. Thank you for THAT wisdom bomb Ms. Baker. I love your writing and I LOVE that you’re the kind of girlfriend to call at 3am with the good stuff instead of every Wednesday at 10am. That’s why I love you.
I love this:) And love you….. xxoo
Love it and YOU KC Baker! Your work is some of the most inspiring I have encountered and I sooooooo look forward to carrying my wisdom bomb through your Wisdom BOMB The School for the Well Spoken Woman!
It is a challenge to keep going with one’s message, with one’s wisdom. It is WE who have to nurture it. No one is going to pluck us up and make our dreams happen for us. And yet, having wise guides and support and getting the training we need to make it happen IS an absolute requirement. YOU are THAT for me.
I like to marry the night… so I will meet you there!
Kathleen – so true what you say – no one will do it for us. We are the constant PR team for ourselves, our message and our work in the world. And the great news is that we can’t do it alone, as you say. So much more fun with our guides, support and trainers.
I can’t wait to have the opportunity to work with you. I think your work is astounding.
KC
KC!!!! What a wonderful intro to your work. I accepted your gift of the 12 minute video and with this post, I feel more anchored in sending out my press releases today. Your endorsement for me to get grounded, celebrate the nervous energy that can distract me (as an actor I have gotten obsessed with my heart beat pounding so hard I can see my shirt move between my breasts. Really. Backstage freaked out looking at that stretch of fabric ponging like a trampoline), and to take my last step firmly on stage- I love these tools. Thank you so much. One month from today my event for http://www.outofthemouthsofbabes.org/ takes place and I will certainly be using these graspable tools, handed over from your gorgeous presence. xo Thank you! Love, Suzi
Fantastic Suzi! I can’t wait to hear how it goes. Love you are getting this work out there. Amazing to watch the evolution of your work these last few years….
Love to you. xo KC
It is my main desire to drop those bombs daily, nothing brings me greater joy really. Things are definitely getting brighter,
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Love this Rick:) Keep droppin’ em.
LOVE the term wisdom bomb! I can’t wait to use it when I go out with my friends on Friday. “Ladies, I’m about to drop a big wisdom bomb!”
On a more serious note, I think people hesitate because they convince themselves someone else could say it better. Which isn’t true – No one else is you.