I woke up this morning and, as per my usual ritual, listened to a self-hypnosis recording that I'd made.
I was dozing - in and out of consciousness - that typical alpha-state between
sleep and wakefulness. I was only aware of snippets of the words being
said and then I heard : "you can TRUST your body now"! WOW!
CAN I? That's been a big issue for me over the years - trust. What
would life feel like if I believed that I could take care of myself, stand up
for myself and always watch out for my highest good? Could I really trust
my body to make wise choices about quality and quantity of food? Could I
let down my illusory CONTROL, and RELAX in other areas of my life,
What if I began to practice
radical self-love?? Maybe if I remembered how to love myself, I could trust myself!
You may think this sounds selfish, but no, just the opposite. When you engage in radical self-love, the world reaps the benefits. When you feel truly loved, from within, you automatically emanate rich nurturing feelings out into the world. You overflow with heartfelt respect and awe for the human race and the glorious universe that you inhabit. You feel CONNECTED to
Today, I promise to be aware of my magnificence. I invite you to do the same. Take some conscious breaths throughout the day, and every time you do, reach inside and hug yourself. Notice how that FEELS and be thankful for yourself. Imagine that little child within you that didn't get all of the hugs that he or she wanted, and be lavish with yourself.
does this make a difference in
the quality of your day?
Does this awareness affect your interactions with everyone that you meet?
Can you see the vulnerable child in them and reach out with
compassion? Even the driver on the freeway who changes lanes without
give it a try.
-FROM DESPAIR TO DESIRE
I GOT DIVORCED A FEW
I was hoping it would be an immediate sensation of cleansing – that I’d feel free and wild with lust for my new life. It took a few days, but I have begun to feel the resurgence of life and DESIRE to live life fully again.
I remember hearing a story by David Whyte many years ago: about a man who
carried his emotional baggage with him.
He carried it on his back for many years – all of his
grief, his grudges, his fears and armor were held close to him in a heavy
bag. He never put it down.
Over the years, the bag got bigger and bigger so that he had to drag it along
behind him. One day he was getting on an elevator and he found that the door wouldn’t close because his baggage was spread all the way down the hallway.
I don’t want to be THAT WAY!
I am now dropping my bag off the top of a skyscraper and watching it drop
down, down, down into an abyss.
I’m a dazzling, delighted divorcee’ now. I was having a challenging time finding a new self image, but now I feel it blossoming. I claim myself back: the little girl, the successful business woman and healer, the sexy, sensuous lover and the vulnerable, creator.
I am passion, now, and I want to point others in the same direction. I don’t need any ONE identity, I can be fluid, like a salmon in a stream, flowing through life,
transforming with every breath if I so