The month of May has been shitastic – shitty in a fantastical way. I have personally been struggling with health mattes, money matters, and relationship matters, and everyone else seems to be struggling much the same. The worst part (because yes, it could be worse) is that the celestial bodies above are insisting that we sit through this storm a little longer, and do nothing. There is just too much going on, frankly, and the ego demands for willful assertion will only be challenged in the coming weeks. You may have noticed too, that while we wait for external progress, there has been an internalizing of anxiety. Yep, that is also an integral part of the Universe’s plan – a whole lot of self-digging and questioning, which, let’s face it, is not everyone’s favorite pastime.
“According to the Talmud, every blade of grass has its own angel bending over it, whispering, “Grow, grow.” Rev. Barbara Brown Taylor
The month of May has been shitastic – shitty in a fantastical way. I have personally been struggling with health mattes, money matters, and relationship matters, and everyone else seems to be struggling much the same. The worst part (because yes, it could be worse) is that the celestial bodies above are insisting that we sit through this storm a little longer, and do nothing. There is just too much going on, frankly, and the ego demands for willful assertion will only be challenged in the coming weeks. You may have noticed too, that while we wait for external progress, there has been an internalizing of anxiety. Yep, that is also an integral part of the Universe’s plan – a whole lot of self-digging and questioning, which, let’s face it, is not everyone’s favorite pastime.
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It was an interesting experience, to say the least. There I sat, on my couch, gripped by despair as tears fell and I gasped for air. I could not believe what was happening, that I was having this same experience. I was desperate and willing to learn this lesson once and for all, but felt paralyzed by insurmountable shame. It was in that moment of bewilderment that something shifted. I leaned into my despair, now curled in a ball on the floor clenching my fists. I took a deep surrendering breath, and was immediately transported directly to the source of my pain.
Originally published on Rebelle Society ...I was still single, not loving, but fabulous nonetheless. I wondered what would happen to our friendship. Would we lose touch as had been the case with others, or would we keep to our weekly coffee dates?
Originally published on Rebelle Society. “If you don’t like the god/goddess that you are being shown, then you should consider the god/goddess that you are putting forth.” ~J. Shane
I often tell the empowered men and women I coach who are looking for love that in order to receive the love they want, they have to be the love they seek. As cliché as it sounds, it is true; you cannot expect the love you desire if you are not loving yourself in a way that is desirable. Like really does attract like, people, and if we don’t like (or love) ourselves, then why should anyone else? This is simple in theory, but we tend to get it wrong, and the main reason is this: self-love is often mistaken for status or self-care. “There is no greater battle in life, than the battle between the parts of you that want to be healed, and the parts of you that are comfortable and content remaining broken.” ~Iyanla Vanzant
I am embarrassed to admit that I have only just begun to really trust myself. I have always felt a sense of inadequacy with decision-making, and would too often defer to others – directly or indirectly – to call the shots. I would even put myself in unhealthy situations, causing intentional conflict with the hopes of influencing a certain outcome. In hindsight, this was manipulation; a ploy to place blame when circumstances changed, and events did not go as planned. It was easy for me to say, “that was their choice,” instead of holding myself accountable for my own actions and motives. |
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