Beyoncé, Brene Brown and St. John’s Cathedral - my Easter experience

So this year was always going to be different for me. No kids, no wife and just me. No having to fit in with what other people wanted to do and only needing to worry about me and my needs.

So what did I want to experience this Easter? What did I want to take away from it and how was I going to use these four days to become better.

Well, it was quite the journey. I experienced four church services, Beyonce’s Homecoming, and Brene Brown’s Call to Courage (both on Netflix). I made some decisions about friendship, spent some time teaching Jacob how to drive and a lot of energy in reflection around what it means to live a three-dimensional life.

I confirmed my decision to go to Coachella next year and settled on what my book (or whatever shape it might take) would look like. I watched sport, I drank wine, I cried, and I laughed. It was an enormously emotional period for me and one I was so grateful to have experienced.

But what did I learn this weekend?

Well, I learned that I could feel safe in a church. In fact, I felt at peace and at no point threatened or under threat. I experienced tears and release from some of my pain and more healing of my spirit and my soul.

I saw a community of broken human beings coming together under a single banner. Completely flawed people but committed to their belief in God and Jesus. A belief that Jesus died for their sins, so that they may experience life.

The Beyonce Homecoming film is amazing; not so much for the music but her struggle over adversity towards success. She is an inspiration and that is what makes her so extraordinary. If Coachella is going to bring this sort of experience I want to be there in the flesh next year!

And Brene Brown’s Call to Courage is also amazing. I have been a fan of hers for 12 months now and whilst this special covered a lot of old ground for her, it re-confirmed in me my desire to live my life completely on the edge of vulnerability and authenticity.

And that living the life that I wanted was about showing up, being seen, answering the call to courage and coming off the blocks. And that whilst living this sort of life was going to bring with it enormous pain, it was also going to bring joys and delights that I never thought possible.

And that if living this way was going to give me the sort of a life I wanted, then I was just going to have to roll through the pain and use it to make me better. Use it to teach me, guide me and make me more self-aware.

Which leads me to my final learnings for the weekend.

I learned that I am healing and becoming whole. I learned that I am on the right path to what I am seeking and that I just need to keep doing what I am doing.

Lean. The fuck. In and Keep Showing Up.

That I will get all of my heart’s true desires if I just keep on giving my time and my intent to me, and what matters.

I learned that my story is one of hope and something I need to share more widely. And that my journey for true three-dimensional living that encapsulates my body, mind (soul) and spirit will bring me what I desire; a grateful heart, a peaceful mind, and a joyful spirit.

I am a lightning rod for change along with God’s blessing. I am amazing and I am more than enough.