All week I have heard that we are going to have an ice storm so hurry up and get ready. The closer we got to today the louder the weather man and others yelled it is going to be a bad one. Yet when I looked at projected temperatures and stopped to check in with my own body, I just did not feel the impending doom that an ice storm can bring to my area of the world. Instead, I felt stillness. I thought if we do have an ice storm I am going to enjoy the quiet that comes with it. I will get to hang out with my family, drink hot cocoa, and watch movies all day. This coming ice storm had more positives than negatives in my books.
The Chicken Little voices of the community were silenced this morning when no ice storm came and the rain fell softly in the wee morning hours. I stood outside on my porch watching the rain and smiled because I heard the Chicken Littles for what they were – the voice of the soul body that rides fear to motivate action. We all have that voice and it shows up when we have to cope with an unknown. What greater unknown than a weather event that cannot be accurately predicted. I did take precautions by getting some extra non-perishables and most importantly toilet paper. Based on the gravity that my neighbors emphasizing, I should have bought out Wal-mart to prepare for this storm that did not come.
Standing on my porch I thought over the last six months and how many times my own Chicken Little voice imposed its fear on others. I thought on how many times I had bent to that caution of that voice only to find that I had wasted time that could have been spent having more fun. It is easy to get sucked into that voice’s message when it takes hold. I wondered at what point my community had started living from one Chicken Little moment to the next. When exactly did they agree to start living in that constant cycle? What would it take to get them to break that behavior?
The answer came while I was sipping on my coffee looking out the window at the now heavy rain falling. Ask the Chicken Littles “Is that true? If so how do you know for sure that what you are saying is true?” I realize that many of my neighbors could go on for hours justifying their beliefs that the sky is falling, but at least the seed of truth is planted. That seed will take root and silence the Chicken Little voice. It will give enough pause for the person to shift from riding fear to organizing their thoughts long enough for the pattern to be broken and healing of the soul to begin.
When does your Chicken Little Voice show up?
Are you willing to ask it to prove what it says is the truth with substantiated evidence?
Until next time, Best of Blessings.