Setting the intention to allow for more "me" really opens a new pace of being. And considering the intensity with which I've been feeling, I'm doing well.
I catch myself standing with most of my weight shifted over my left hip. I breathe myself back to center, dance in and out. Eat whole food and drink water, as often as possible. Enjoy a few bites of NadaMoo. Not forcing my will, or wishing things different. Taking it easy, slow, and surrendered. Showing up in love, to the utmost of my capacity. I'm moving with courage, commitment, curiosity, and compassion. Sitting in the center of discomfort, letting the tears fall. The tightness I discussed in Question #6 seems to be melting--and it's exposing all sorts of sharp edges, underneath. It's over with Keith, I told his mother, today. We cried. Rose missed her nap, today. Cried miserably for an hour at bedtime before falling asleep in my arms. I cried, too. Just letting myself go soft, be water, receive waves of emotion without resistance or attempts to control. Letting Lily see my sadness. She sang to me, and stroked my face. She told me I could switch off my bad feelings, and switch on happiness. I reassured her that sadness isn't bad; that it's important to be honest about how we feel. Letting the emptiness of not knowing be what it is. Listening.
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10/7/2022 06:42:39 am
Nation firm including wind before score.
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