We are told to think big, make big changes, and to see ourselves succeeding. The concept is well intended, but it can be overwhelming. Revamping your entire life for a goal isn’t realistic.
An overcast sky and a cold March day made the heated massage table that much more inviting. My husband nested right in, wasting no time getting comfortable.
People might argue that pain does not whisper, but I can assure you it did at some point. That job you don’t like has transformed into digestive issues, something you can no longer stomach. That headache might have roots in the sharp words spoken to you during a fight long ago, but we often don’t notice until there’s pain or another problem.
I was surprised at how much emotion affected the energy of my thyroid. The throat chakra is about communication which is also the area of the thyroid. Knowing this and sensing this turned out to be two very different things.
I started the year with high hopes. A steady stream of energy was pulsing through me. I lapped it up. Between perimenopause and a lackluster thyroid, bursts of energy are rare.
I deactivated my Facebook account last week. I thought I would struggle. I haven’t. Instead of feeling disconnected I feel blessed, a blessing that has always been within my grasp. This has been a revelation of sorts. It was easy. It was free, and it was mine to take.
My husband accidentally hung himself as a child. He remembers slipping the rope around his neck then coming to on the floor with family members crying around him. He tells the story with a sense of detachment. “It was easy,” he said.
We all have personal lies, those unconscious beliefs that direct our actions. I think two of my dad’s big lies were; I am not worthy, and I am unloveable.
Letting go is a concept I didn’t absorb until I went to a spiritual retreat. I got a note telling me to let go at exactly the right moment. I finally got the message. I cried deeply, mostly out of relief when I let the words sink in. It was as if I was reading them for the first time.