(…)The White Picket Gate requires us to look at where we have become over-identified with the roles we have played or the expertise we have developed earlier in life.
This gate reveals our changing identities and social masks. It leads us to reconsider who we think we are or are not, and rediscover the essence of who we are beyond our ambitions and our egos’ needs. Each picket of this gate symbolizes a role that we have developed. The Second Half of Life – Angeles Arrien
The Task: “The task at the White Picket Gate is to uncover or awaken to the essence of who we truly are beyond masks, roles, work, history, and associations.”
The Challenge: “…we must shift our allegiances from fear to curiosity, from attachment to letting go, from control to trust, and from entitlement to humility. “
The Gift: “It leads us to reconsider who we think we are or are not, and rediscover the essence of who we are beyond our ambitions and our egos’ needs.”
This gate is already a challenge. The particular assignments to examine and re-examine different facets of myself as I have moved through life will be a new journey for me. It’s evident in that I began this post in August of 2016 and am just returning to it.
Not that I haven’t thought about it. There have been times in my life that I saw myself as my role as a mother and wife, or as my success in work. And I believe our friends are sometimes a good reflection of who we are. Still, contemplation has not been the perfect key to understanding. It’s time to really begin journaling about the reflections. Time to continue the adventure!
As your desire is, so is your will. As your will is, so is your deed. As your deed is, so is your destiny.
– Brihadaranyaka Upanishad (IV.4.5)
Ah…to think that i my destiny may be nurured in the arms of my unacknowledged desires. That I may not even be aware of what drives me toward it.
This possibility exists because desire is powerful. It is not my everyday want or wish. It isn’t a random thought that passes through my mind, “Oh, that would be nice…”
Desires are more than that. They are the secrets of my soul that I sometimes tamp down to do what I “should”. They can be buried in my words and actions that continually repeat, “i can’t”.
So then I wonder what it takes to crack me open and let my destiny beome reality. How many layers must I peel away before the shell of my structured life is vulnerable enough to break open – until my essence spills from my clutched fists and allows me to be who I must ultimately be.