It Not What You Do. It Who You Be.

It Isn't What You Do. It's Who You Be.

A few years ago, if you had asked me who I was, I would have handed you a list of accomplishments like a resume. "I'm a healer, sound practitioner, a massage therapist, a teacher, a musician, a Doctoral student, a survivor." Before then it would have been, a student, wife, mother, CFO, student, bodybuilder, etc...

I realized that I had quietly tied my entire sense of worth to what I could do. Somewhere along the way, I believed that the more I did, the more valuable I felt. To always be of service, to always be busy, to always be productive.

But Spirit has a way of dismantling the identities we build so carefully.

Not long ago, during a deep shamanic journey, I found myself sitting with my grandmother, an ancient elder with weathered skin, kind eyes, and the kind of presence that makes time feel irrelevant.

I was desperate. I was lost. With tears streaming down my face I poured out my fears as she listened lovingly. I lamented, "What am I supposed to be doing with my life? Am I on the right path? Why does it all feel so heavy? Why can't I see where I'm going?"

I wanted answers.
I wanted certainty.
I wanted a map.

Instead, Grandmother gave me a teaching.

She listened patiently until I had exhausted every fear, every worry, every story I had been carrying. Then she slowly lifted her crooked, bony finger and gently pressed it into the center of my chest, right over my heart and she whispered.

"Child, It not what you do. It who you be."

The words pierced straight through me. Not into my mind, Into my bones. I felt the remembering of something ancient that already knew the truth. And suddenly I saw it. My entire life I had been trying to become someone. Trying to earn my worth, to prove I was enough in a system that enough never exists. Through the years I collected titles, degrees, experience, accomplishments, certifications, to show evidence that I belonged.

But Spirit wasn't showing me what I needed to become. Spirit was showing me what I needed to remember. In another journey, I was shown something that looked like a giant cheese grater. Except it wasn't shaving vegetables.

It was shaving away identities.
Expectations.
Labels.
Stories.
Every belief someone else had placed upon me.
Every limitation I had accepted as truth.
Every wound that convinced me I needed to be something other than myself.

Again and again, the grater moved across me, Shaving away everything that wasn't truly mine. Not in punishment (it didn't hurt), but In liberation, Until there was nothing left to remove, and underneath it all was something radiant and simple. Something that had always been there.

Me.

Not the version of me that had been projected upon, nor the version shaped by fear. Definitely not the version built to survive. Just me. A spark of Divine Source, existing as a living expression of creation itself.

I remember crying out:

"I AM and there is nothing wrong with me!!!!"

Not as a declaration of ego, but as a deep remembrance. A remembering of what existed before the stories, before the wound and the performance. Before the performance, and perhaps that is what healing really is. Not fixing or changing ourselves. Not endlessly searching for what is wrong. Not trying to be someone we aren't. Not becoming someone else to please others.

But returning. Returning to the truth of who we have always been.

Healing is not something we do, it is a way of being. It is the way we speak to ourselves when no one is listening. It is how gently we hold our own nervous system. It is how we honor the Earth beneath our feet. It is how we care for animals, plants, and one another. It is about how we live in relation with all things and It is how we choose authenticity over approval.

Presence over perfection.
Truth over performance.

When I look at the candles, music, meditations, books and courses I have created over the last year, I no longer see products. I see milestones and each candle represents a lesson. Each melody represents a prayer. Each meditation represents a conversation with Spirit. Each gathering represents an opportunity to remember together.

None of them were created because I had all the answers, they emerged because they helped me heal and they helped me remember. Now I simply share them. Not because I know better more than anyone else and not because I have arrived somewhere others have not. But because the medicine that helped me may also help someone else remember themselves.

That is all.

Perhaps the deepest teaching Grandmother gave me that day was this: The world will always ask what you do. What is your job? What is your title? What have you accomplished?

But Spirit asks a different question.

Who are you being?
Are you being kind?
Are you being courageous?
Are you being authentic?
Are you being present?
Are you living the medicine you wish to bring into the world?

These days, when I find myself grasping for certainty, I try to return to that moment and I can still feel her finger against my chest. I can still hear her voice.

Soft.
Patient.
Certain.

"It not what you do. It who you be."

And maybe the the invitation for us is to stop chasing who we think we should become. To stop measuring our worth by our productivity, to stop asking whether we are enough, and instead, to remember. To remember the luminous spark beneath the stories and the sacred being beneath the roles. To remember the part of ourselves that has never been broken and the part that has been waiting patiently for us to come home.

The part that has known all along that It not what you do. It who you be.

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