"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real, you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out, and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real, you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
Margery Williams was on to something. It makes me want to go into my bins of childhood stories and revisit the deeper meaning and messages in each story. It is a gentle reminder that we may have been handed this information or these messages at one point or another, but the meaning is lost along the way for a lot of us. We come out of life ragged and torn and feeling ugly, instead of feeling Real.
The truth is, I am finding my voice and I am okay with it. My intention for this blog is to embrace vulnerability and shed shame to further my practice of life. The practice of being Real.
This doesn't make me different or better than my beautiful and wise 90 year old grandmother, or the person on the yoga mat next to me who has been practicing since they came out of the womb, or even the person just starting their practice of life. As a wise yoga teacher, Adrienne Kimberley just wrote, "There is enough sunshine for us all to bloom."
There seems to be a need for that end result. It is black or it is white. It is wrong or it is right. It is good or it is bad. What would it look like if the destination had no bearing on our opinions and if we were okay being in a beautiful mess. How would it feel to be missing hair or buttons, and grin because you are real and loved.
I try to think like this as I see the girl next to me mastering a chinstand or that moment I covet someone else's success. They too have been where I am at, afraid to be real. Afraid to love and be loved. Afraid to find their voice, nervous to take that first step, or giant plunge. The reality is, it isn't about them. This life and this moment is about me, because in order to be fully real, I need to focus on my ray of sunshine and my own gifts. I too will find that moment of being real-I will be able to say I have lived my life not holding back.
I love that last line, "...once you are Real, you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." Sometimes it is hard and it truly hurts and is scary to be real. It's not a great place to be feeling worried, struggling, anxious, vulnerable, or scared, but those feelings are what make you Real. Like the Skin Horse, support the sweet rabbit inside of you.
What practice in your life makes you feel real?