I hated the smell of beer and how dark the pubs were…
…but I sat there, in the middle of my twentieth year, with my red-headed best friend, and told her, right there in the middle of my follow-everyone-else’s-rules life—I told her:
“I saw a poster today that woke up my soul.”
Neither of us were openly spiritual, not yet, and we rarely talked about anything too deep, especially not in pubs, but the words flew out of me, and,
before all the insecure girl defences we both usually wore—the ones that made us feel we were too cool for it all—shot up to protect us,
she smiled one of her full-toothed smiles that made her the friend I loved most in the world, a smile that appeared so rarely, but with enough power to rise us both above the heavy things. Like the too-young death of her father. Like losing my first love in a flash.
“Silvestri, you better tell me all about it,” she said.
Then I explained that an organization called The Women’s Enterprise Society of B.C. was giving out grants to young women wanting to start new businesses.
We were smack in the middle of finishing our university degrees, doing exactly what our parents wanted for us, but she wasn’t the kind of friend to blink an eye at my dreams,
so we borrowed some paper and a pen from the bartender, and she smiled that smile the whole time she forced me to write that grant application on the spot, right there in the dark with my smelly beer.
When I got home, I logged on to the new thing called “the internet” then submitted it, unedited, before closing my eyes into yet another night of the life that didn’t quite yet feel like my own.
Three months later, my twenty-one year old bank account was filled with $30,000. Half of it the grant, the other half a loan, also from WESBC, that I somehow qualified for, and I opened up my first business, called Cafe Paradiso.
It was a coffeehouse/bookstore birthed from that tiny sliver of a moment, which bore so much light, the light of possibility, that crowded out the darkness,
then plugged me so deep into the spiritual stamina every single one of us are born with, but so few actually access, because of how dense the dark is, and the subtle awareness it takes to listen, to heed, to not miss such easy-to-miss sign posts like a poster taped to a brick wall that we all walk by, way too fast.
The world is so quiet right now, my Loves! You can hear. You can open up. You can access courage enough to do so.
And when you do, when you open up and tap deep within, when you feel that light coursing within you then allow it to move you, you’ll flex that spiritual stamina for the rest of your life, no matter what goes on around you.
No. Matter. What.
I’m still riding that light today, still flexing that spiritual stamina, at age forty-six, twenty-five years later, as I run a completely different business, mostly online.
Because I’ve learned that business isn’t about whether we have money or not, not at first—business is about how lit up your soul is and whether or not you pay attention to those subtle promptings and do something about them.
No matter how religious you are (or not).
No matter how young you are (or not).
No matter how smelly the beer is, how dark the atmospheric sky, no matter if you have a fiery friend who loves you beyond every human comfort zone with you (or not).
No external circumstance matters. These spiritual resources live inside you. Listening to your nudges, then taking one action at a time, to birth what needs to be birthed on earth, all the way…
💫 even when you’re feeling insecure
💫 even when it’s dark out there
💫 even when you gotta quit school temporarily to make it happen
💫 even when you’re worried about your best friend, and healing from trauma yourself,
or concerned about the state of the world as we all are right now, low level or not —the answers are always within.
Nothing can dim that inner light or close off your access to it—nothing!—unless you let it.
Your inner resourcefulness is yours, for you alone, and it’s untouchable.
Unless you pretend there are no posters…unless you pretend your darkness is worse than anyone else’s…unless you pretend there is no light inside you.
Even answers to challenges like “but where will I find the money?” all start from within.
Deep in that inner field of resources you can either choose to full-tooth smile at, let the words slip out to light up yours and others lives with (we all feel their power in our bones), or you can choose to snuff them out, pretend you’re lacking resources, pretend you don’t have the greatest power possible living right there inside you, and stay in the dark.
Global pandemic or not, it really is up to you.
It’s always up to you.
Now, more than ever, is the time to start mining from within. To tap into that spiritual stamina we were all born with, and ride it like your life and the lives of those around you depend on it, because they do.
I love you!
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