Falling in is frightening. Why else would we protect ourselves so dearly from it? It’s certainly not hard to do, a simple surrender of everything that ever was, a raw and rare willingness to stand in the nakedness of now. It’s Nirvana that resides right beneath the nose; a sweet stumble into grace accessed by breath and curiosity. Sounds simple, yes, but there is quite a bit invested in not going there or being HERE rather.  We’ve cloaked this moment in our yesterdays, all our past experiences and assumptions. Dressed it in pseudo identities, brandings, and banter.  A fortress is built to protect it from the elements, a shiny veneer. We have put up the fence, or defense, depending on how you pronounce it.

Then, raising our store-bought flags with more passion than we raise our children, we recite our canned pledges and stand our ground to keep things safe. But safety is never safe. Safety is just shy of hell.

A stagnation place where nothing new is born only regurgitations of nothingness, a sit-and-spin ride where we churn out second-hand ideas and plagiarized platitudes leaving our love letters in the hands of Hallmark and plaster motivational memes in such rapid speed only to ensure our ability to ride above it all. We ward off this lack of engagement, of ever putting any real skin in the game, of ever falling in and getting baptized. Still, even the brightest of fireflies must meet with the morning.

There comes to every soul an initiation that looks like a laceration at first and quite convincingly so. A blindside, a breakdown, a bitch-slap that takes us to our knees on the bathroom floor. That blessed hour of waking up to the snotty confession of, “I have no idea what anything is for.” These celebrated crucifixions are the threshold of falling in.

Yet, it doesn’t have to be that violent, that jagged. There is another way to melt into the mystery that is more dignified and divine. A simple willingness to question… everything. To move at the pace of peace and an allowance of being seduced by the unknown. Not to come at it like a hoarder at a flea market, but to be with it, to simply savor its fleeting ways without the need to own or author, capture or capitalize.

But to simply be in this moment and then to be brave enough to let go and fall in.

This sweet surrender, this full-on immersion is where we really being to live.


Take a breath and carve a message in my tree.


Maureen Muldoon is a woman of power who is passionate about the human race. She is 100% responsible for healing the consciousness of authentic communication and sharing the truth that Life Is Beautiful. Maureen is best known as The Spiritual Vixen, a happiness Pied Piper, intuitive vision caster, fearless activist, writer, speaker, storyteller and thought leader. She is the founder and spiritual director of SpeakEasy Spiritual Community and creative director of Voice Box. She hosts conversations that inspire individuals and organizations to find their voice and tell their stories. She blogs at ~ MaureenMuldoon.com and Vlogs on YOUTUBE