The Holding On
It occurred to me how I might better serve myself when feelings from the past show up. You know...those pesky triggers or events or something so small as a smell that appears out of nowhere causing you to take a "yesterday" stroll. It's amazing how much the body and the mind clings to. How are we ever to love ourselves completely, freely and holistically even when we hold onto minutiae?
I still think about comments that were said to me from a million years ago and it wasn't even anything life-altering...or so I thought? How much more would our bodies not betray us if we choose the mere act of DECIDING to let shit go? How much more head space would we free up to invite more relaxation in? How much more REST would we experience? The deep soulful rest that bathes us in total surrender from the bowels of the earth. I wonder. I constantly search for the tiny key that will unlock the tiny door to the cage of thoughts that keep me in my tiny cell of the mind. Sometimes in a fleeting moment, I'm flying...then the iron doors clang shut.
Always attempting to take responsibility for how I truly feel about stuff and making peace with it all.