During this time a lot has come up, and I've been holding back from sharing in this blog space. I've been avoiding it. On a deeper level, I'm afraid of embracing my authentic self completely, in her pure, raw form. I started the Naked Truth Challenge for this reason; I wanted to be real, to share with others my feelings, thoughts and experiences in hopes that it would inspire truth and compassion in others. To know that we can share in this human experience with one another.
|Giant leap of faith!|
I've come to understand this as mindfulness. A nonjudgmental awareness that brings me peace and understanding. I'll even experience these dream-like states in my waking life, having fleeting moments of comfort and familiarity. I don't have to understand it, I can just be with the feeling. With it a deep knowing that we're serving a greater purpose, outside this human experience. It's kinda like a super-heightened deja-vu.
Last month, a few friends and I held our first Yin Circle. We gathered together on the eve of the full moon in a peaceful, nurturing space where we shared ourselves with one another. It was beautiful. We practiced gratitude. We reflected on the last year and set intention for the new. We also shared what our spirit animal might be, something I had never thought of before. There has always been a theme with moose in my life. The moose stands strong, rooted by love in earth. Her antlers reach towards the heavenly sky, connecting us to spirit. She has always been my reminder, from writing her name almost daily for sign-ins to seeing her sticker on my car.
The night before the circle, I was watching a documentary on the mysteries of life. The film talked about how the blue morpho butterfly reflects light in the most brilliant depths of blue because it is covered in microscopic scales that reflect and absorb light unlike any other organism we know. As I'm watching this, I realize that hanging in a frame above the couch I'm laying on is a stunning Urania Ripheus sunset moth. I bought this little guy at a butterfly science museum years ago, without hesitation. Now I have this gorgeous iridescent moth literally watching over me, reflecting the magnificent colors of the rainbow.
Moth guides us from darkness into light, connecting us to our higher selves, higher conscious. Moth signifies transformation. She moves through life's crazy changes with light and love. They are covered in tiny hairs, making them highly sensitive (anyone else a HSP?!) I try to see the light in situations, which can sometimes lead me astray when there are false flames (this could explain my innate trust in people and difficulty understanding sarcasm).
"Everything you've ever wanted is on the other side of fear." George Addair
Moth flew into my path recently as a reminder. She is the master of disguise, which plays so well into my life, in that I have a hard time expressing my own emotions. That I could be hiding something from myself. Moth is a reminder to have faith that transformation will bring me exactly what I need.
Will this lead me to seclusion?
Separation and embarrassment?
Shame and fear?
Release this so I can be free
To love and accept myself.
For the last month or so I've been asking the universe for super guidance, really trusting that I can take on all these sudden career transitions and relationship challenges with strength and pleasure. I'm biting my nails, but it's all working out just fine.
Before I can move forward into a happy and healthy relationship with someone, I need to be totally in love with myself. Obviously, right? Well, easier said than done. So so often I find myself criticizing my thoughts, my actions, or my body without even realizing it. I even take digs at my writing before anybody's had a chance to read it yet!
To counteract this deadly behavior I've been practicing the art of making love to myself. I used to think making love = having sex. I'm learning that making love is taking care of myself- my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul. It's saying no when someone asks me to cover their shift at work. It's pushing through that last round of chaturangas in my yoga class because I know it will make me stronger. It's taking 10 minutes to massage my feet and legs with lavender oil before bed. It's removing the guilt for enjoying a sweet gluten-y treat. It's making love to myself, embracing every physical and energetic cell of my being.
If I don't do this for myself, how can I expect someone else to do it for me?
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