A friend of mine started it all with a post to her Facebook wall about how she planned to acknowledge the significance of 11:11:11 on Friday, November 11, 2011 by saying a prayer for world peace. Her “event” kicked off the days leading up to 11/11/11 with her daily postings of the people, things, and events which made up her grateful list.
It got me thinking. Not huge thinking, just backburner thinking. But enough so that when I realized my guy had Friday off from work I mentioned to him the idea of doing something to mark the occasion of all those elevens showing up on the calendar. And here’s what I love about my guy, even though he was checking email at the time, he was listening to me as I paced between rooms saying, “What should we do? We only have an hour to go before 11:11:11. We should do something special!”
He calmly proposed we head up to the East lookout tower at the State Park (which is practically in our backyard). And suddenly, I was tossing a quickly chilled bottle of bubbly (it snowed on Wednesday so it was easy enough to stick it in a mini snow bank for half an hour) and a couple of glasses into a bag and we were off to celebrate at the top of the world!
We toasted the abundance and majesty of the Universe at 11:11:11 on 11/11/11. I, too, said a
prayer for world peace. How could I not wish for others what I was experiencing? I know I am so incredibly lucky to be in a serene spot on the planet, with a luxurious view of the countryside, with a wonderful man at my side. How good my life is right now. How different too.
I can pretty much guarantee you that at 06:06:06 of 06/06/06 I was not in a happy place, whether it was morning or evening of that time, day, month, year. I can pretty much
guarantee you I was wrapped tightly in world of sorrow and pain. An all consuming world only understood by others who have put everything on the line, including happiness, in the quest to have a child; a baby which kept slipping out of my body, out of my life, in a pool of blood, month after month. It was later that summer that my now ex husband and I decided to go down the even longer, darker, lonelier path of IVF, our last-ditch effort to have a child together; our last-ditch effort indeed, as our life together ground to a halt
In the past, it hadn’t been important to me to mark occasions, to insert celebrations into everyday life, I used to not even bother celebrating my birthday (it is two days after Christmas, so baby Jesus usually stole the show). The excitement generated around all the elevens has me wondering what I was doing previous years. I’m certain my focus on 07/07/07 at 07:07:07 was simply about surviving, figuring out how to remove the huge, heavy darkness that sat directly on my sternum. Every time I tried to shift that weight, and draw a deep breath, it became an enormous, chest-wracking sob, so I probably spent the day trying not to breathe.
What was I doing 08/08/08 at 08:08:08 or on 09/09/09 at 09:09:09? I know I noticed 10/10/10 at 10:10:10 last year. I was at work at that time and I glanced up at the clock, feeling like I should do something to mark the day. After years of sorrow, I had
finally arrived at a place where I registered happiness. The ache in my chest had subsided enough to allow other feelings to settle in. I thought to myself, “I should do something; I’m alive again.” I remember “celebrating” by getting myself another cup of coffee and returning to my desk, feeling deflated, like I had missed an opportunity.
What I like about the woo-woo nature of Numerology is that it invites us to stop a moment, to allow significance and celebration into what otherwise could very well end up being an ordinary day in an ordinary world, by assigning a value to the numbers that show up in our lives.
A quick spin around the Internet highlighted this invitation; Numerologists encouraged us to contemplate 11-11-11, 11:11:11 as moment of time in which a powerful shift in human awareness could happen. How about seeing the triple 11’s as doorways to opportunity, as Glynis McCants, a Hollywood numerologist does? Along this same vein, the folks at www.spiritvoyage.com wrote, “It is a rare opportunity to release lifetimes of karmic scripting and ancestral entrapment. Entrapment in the sense of the conscious and unconscious habit patterns which have us wondering why we can’t seem to actualize the life we really want to have, and know is possible. 11-11-11 is the cosmic birth date of humanity’s prayer for liberation from the rote, mundane, and monotonous.”
I like this idea, of elevating this day, 11-11-11, to make an occasion out of what could have been simply a Friday of running errands, checking things off the to-do list. It presented the space on the calendar, a place in time, to ponder what I really want from life, to identify all the possibilities: what I want my life to look like, what I want my life to be as I stand at these doorways of opportunity. And what if every door presented a good,
solid, spectacular choice: Freedom, pure and sure, not a chance for a mistake behind
any door. Would I hesitate to cross the threshold? No. Hell No. I’d run pell-mell
towards to one in the middle, the one with its arms open wide, ready to embrace me.
I know with certainty I want to make room in my life acknowledge the ordinary; to raise these seemingly simple moments to occasions for celebrations, even if these celebratory moments last no more than minutes. Why not include a moment to clink a glass of bubbly with the love of my life? How magical to spend a few moments in recognition of how far I’ve come; to rejoice in the life I’ve created so far; to rejuvenate with the one I love.
I leave you with a poem from Rumi:
The breezes of dawn have secrets to tell you./Don’t go back to sleep!/You must ask for what you really want./Don’t go back to sleep!/People are going back and forth/Across the doorsill where the two worlds touch,/The door is round and open./Don’t go back to sleep!