A perfectly timed visit. Washing up on the soft shore of my mother’s chest and sister’s cheek brings the first sense of safety and signs of life beyond THIS.
This wild storm that shook me of my own senses, thrashed me amongst cresting swells of doubt and fear, drowning me in saltyocean agony and seemed to be threatening to take away the most important being in my life, the one I’ve come to love so deeply – eternally lost at sea without my favorite emergency boat-mate with whom to adventure.
But weather is weather, and well, the only guarantee is that it never stays the same. Gasping for air, bashed knees and bruised heart, shredded clothes and severed trust, still, I found myself slowly breathing. Oxygen in, Carbon Dioxide out – sweet simple chemistry without which only my spirit and the memories of me would remain. Reaching out my hands I feel powder fine silica sand – the strong soft comfort of my mother, and feel the warmth of an afternoon sun – my sister’s empathetic and radiant smile and trust that the storm I just endured was somehow here for my awakening. Why? Because it happened.
I am being vague on purpose. I am exhausted by the minutia of this story, the constant re-telling of which has only caused it to be more deeply ingrained in my neural networks. I’m ready to re-wire my synapses, to explore what else is possible and to learn to love and accept myself more deeply and intentionally. I have been exploring what it is that I need to feel loved, safe and free to dream with my beloved, and whether or not he is interested in, capable of or willing to meet me in these ways.
I’ve been back in Portland, my home, for four weeks since returning from our three months abroad in Nepal, India and Indonesia. In this time I’ve been seeing a counselor who specializes in the Hakomi method – a mindfulness, experiential, body-centered approach to therapy. I’m learning how to be more mindful of anything from the sensations in my body to the past schema I carry that informs my present, basically I’m learning how to be more conscious. This is not easy, especially in real-time practice. The knee jerk reactions that I am prone to express in states of heightened emotionality or charge are steeped in old trauma that is begging me to be addressed, imploring me to be released and replaced with new healthier stories and responses. This perspective has been essential in helping me to feel witnessed and heard, to receive affirmation that I am not falsely fabricating, I am not making a big deal out of nothing, and nor does it serve anyone for me to continue subjecting myself to this relentless cycle of pain.
Our soul-contracts in this lifetime can be quite mysterious. Why did I come into the world at this time, with these parents, these wounds, these patterns, in this body, what am I ultimately meant to contribute to this world as a result of my collection of experiences? Why all of this pain? Why did I attract this person or experience into my life, and how do I get curious about what it is that we are meant to learn from one another? Because herein these questions lay the keys to our freedom to relinquishing that which would be better left behind.
“My biology is my biography”. This phrase was uttered in passing today in a session with our Mindful Relationship Consultants, from the male counterpart. It struck a bell inside of me. This body, it is a lightning rod for truth, and I carry all of my emotions within it, all of the traumas, wounds, stories, beliefs…they are being stored in my nervous system and it is up to me to bring awareness to the sensations that can help me unlock, release or merely be present to unhealthy or imbalanced ways of responding, communicating or being. Eventually, this mindfulness brings a sense of deep peace, powerful trust and empowered capacity to engage with myself, others and the world around me with less impulsive reactivity and more compassion, joy, kindness, and love.
I have always been a highly empathic creature, and yet still am becoming increasingly aware of the consequences of my actions, the impact of my behavior on others, the power of my presence and my love. It is not an easy path being truly empathetic, being so consistently tuned in to the feelings of others, but I choose it with my whole heart. I’d much rather be ever-more vulnerable, open and sensitive than hardened, closed and numb.
Of late, I have allowed myself to become a less trusting person. This saddens me and I long to reconnect with my younger, passionate self that adamantly believed in the inherent goodness and trustworthiness of people. Somewhere along the way, around age 26, I started allowing suspicion, doubt and mistrust to creep into my consciousness. It’s no surprise that I began finding people and experiences that reinforced the idea that people are untrustworthy and capricious. I am in the prolonged process of building back my trust for myself and others, of discerning caution from fear, naivete from denial, and belief from blindness. I am learning to attend to myself and how to speak uncomfortable truths and set healthy loving boundaries. I am cultivating my intuitive capacities and learning to listen even more to my heart, to let it be my compass and guide me toward healing and wholeness.
Breathe in.
Breathe Out.
Notice thoughts. Let them go.
Breathe In. Breathe out.
Allow myself to BE.
To be with my feelings and the sensations in my body, without judgement…
Breathe IN.
And Out.
…I feel a meditation practice coming on…