ALL PATHS TO PEACE ARE A LITTLE DANGEROUS
I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed a wasp on the glass door I was about to open. A cold chill sped up my spine, my body straighten and my eyes widened. My mind shrieked, “OH MY GOD!” but I never uttered a sound. I stood frozen, with not even the slightest breath escaping from my lungs. I was terrified. My mind went blank and yet a shrilled voice in my head shouted, “RUN!?! Get the spray and kill it!!
I paused for a moment and I wondered, was this thing actually outside the glass door? I walked slowly over to the glass door, standing in front of my own reflection, a voyeur now to the wasp. As I got close enough, I saw that this dangerous creature was trapped between two panes of glass. It moved frantically around, seemingly, trying to figure out how to escape. It was fidgeting about and darting in crazy, zig-zagged patterns perhaps, trying to decide what to do? I didn’t really know but it reminded me of what we all do when panic strikes. When that sense of fear rises up, bubbling over our bodies, we move frantically, we fidget about and try to figure how to escape. We act mindlessly sometimes, yet, strategically to regain some level of comfort. It’s times like that, we just can’t find stillness. We move in a desperate declaration for relief! It becomes a driving force and focus, we need to get out of the situation, address it, and quickly decide the next steps.
Panic sets in and we become a prisoner to its hold.
I stood in front of the glass door, looking at the wasp and thought, “This guy refuses to be stuck.” I recalled how I’ve been in situations just like it, being stuck between two panes of glass, metaphorically of course, but non-the-less I’ve been there. I’ve felt that same sense of crippling fear and with that realization, I was no longer afraid of the wasp itself. Now, I was only interested in trying to help find its way out. The wasp and I got to work right away! The sun sparked and reflected beams of light off the glass door. It was as if some insight was streaming from the heavens. I got closer and the wasp continued its pace, scurrying back and forth, trapped inside the glass. My eyes squinted slightly and quickly began shifting from side-to-side. The scene was moving rapidly now, the wasp, pacing back and forth and my eyes, shifting. It was like both our brains were calculating perimeters and plotting escape routes. I was trying to figure out how the wasp got inside and where could the way out be? I found some crevasses and saw some possibilities but escape was to no avail. I thought, maybe it got in there from the outside? I stepped outside and looked at the door from another angle. Then after some time and investigation, I saw the entrance! It was obvious but this little wasp was spending too much time in the wrong places to even notice. I tapped gently on the glass in hopes the wasp might feel the vibration and follow the sound maybe, even, see the opening and set itself free. I persisted; tap, tap, tapping, with the tip of my finger and with a little consistency, the wasp eventually began to follow the sound across the glass. However, every time it got halfway, it turned around and went over the same places it had already gone a million times before. This wasp was starting to frustrate me! I kept tapping and tapping to show it the way and it kept repeating and repeating the same pattern, that obviously didn’t serve any real purpose!
I continued in the same for about 5 minutes. I never screamed, ran away, or killed it. I stopped tapping gently to get its attention and I never took apart the panes of glass to set it free. I realized, it was the path the wasp chose for itself and who was I to come along and show it the way or even do the work for it? This time, I stood in front of the glass door not frozen in fear but suspended in enlightenment. I stepped aside with resolve and watched the wasp eventually find its own path to freedom and fly off to live out the rest of its life. I walked away with peace in my heart because I understood that all creatures deserve to be left alone to find their own way. To walk their own path and live their own lives even, the ones we fear or perceive as dangerous.
Gentle Touch Healing
Inner Beauty Blog, 11.2014
TIS` THE SEASON OF HEART
December can be quite a magical month and fulfilling time of year. We get a chance to embrace the spirit of holidays and witness the wonder through the eyes of children and adults alike. Tis` the season of heart, when the world steps into a place of family, togetherness, and hope. It’s an end of a year that begins an active path into giving and receiving, rooted in a coming together of values and the essence of home. The season fills the atmosphere with magic; crisp air and snow falling from sky, lights aglow on streets and in homes, long gazes into loved one’s eyes by the crackles of fire and sparks of sweet-hearts. We take care, nestling into hearty foods like soups, stews, and hot chocolate. We bundle up with sweaters, scarves, blankets and loved ones and we find ourselves surround by light, the illumination of our hopes and dreams in the stillness of love within our hearts.
The heart symbolizes life, love and the engagement in partnership. The heart never leads alone... It never beats alone... One pulse follows the other in the direction of union. A sense of union requires partnership. We learn to connect and re-connect through the heart-experience, magnified between a pair of arms that allow us to reach out and touch what we love, while, cradled and comforted between two breasts that safely hold what we feel. We are given an opportunity to feel the magic of life, connection and harmony both, individually and collectively. The season of heart reminds us in order to create a spark of life, we cannot go at it alone. We simply relate and create in a blended continuum of wholeness. The heart does not beat alone... It does not lead alone... One pulse follows the other in complete unification.
This is a time of un-veiling, re-vealing, and an un-folding of self to the inner sweetness of comfort and warmth. It’s a reminder of the mother-child experience, the inner connection and bond of unconditional love. Our very own place to rest soulfully in the wonder and awe, completely disarmed and embraced in the natural state of being. The heart leads us to a clear passage and cleansing, a shedding of old, a point to nurture life and all that we live for. It is a space given in which to surrender, to lay down a clean slate, to be re-born in concept as we celebrate into the new, calm and cradled in the mother energy, inside the season of heart.
#HeartSeason #SpiritofCalm&Comfort #MotherEnergy #CradledInHeartEnergy #TistheSeasonforMagic #HeldinLight
It’s time to get out of the “cookie cutter” version of what healing should look like and shift back into our own personal guidance and experience. Sometimes, the path to healing has us feeling off center and it’s cause for questioning but we forget, feeling off center is also for good purpose. The center balances opposing sides and reveals a place of wholeness. When the scale tips toward into the wound, the other side of balance is overlooked. The gift of wholeness is to be open and available to both sides and to integrate them into conscious balance. Your personal path to healing begins inside wholeness not in one side of experience. Let’s look at pain for example. I’ve thought about pain. Pain is real. Pain is relentless. It reveals itself through the body, not just inside it. It wants to be seen. It beckons to be heard. It tugs at you every minute of every day. Pain is restrictive, trapped in the body with no space for joy and we suffer. Pain is suffering, the physical manifestation of held in, held back, shut down and buried emotion. Your physical body can become the storehouse for ignored, unacknowledged and suppressed emotional energy. Pain is an internal broadcast system for the feelings buried inside, screaming to be heard. To be acknowledged. To be cleared. To be loved.
Every healing journey will not look the same. It’s a personal pursuit-
Have you ever sat with the inner voice of your own pain?
I have. Pain is a lot more than just what we name it. It’s a culmination of stuck emotions, blocked feelings, experiences, memories, unconscious belief systems and unhealthy patterns. Because of this, healing can be an evolution of all experience and acknowledging what exists inside you, begins the path that serves as a direction. All of it is important information to construct a very intimate healing experience. Sometimes the tendency is to give up because you don’t like what you see and it can be hard to move through. This is when healing becomes dedication and time becomes discovery. I thought about pain. I’ve had pain. I’ve worked with pain and then it occurred to me. It came into me like a whole being awareness. The other side of pain, is pleasure. Pleasure. What a revelation! In all these years, it never occurred to me that pleasure was a root deficiency to my experience of pain. I was totally invested inside the pain that I missed out on any form of pleasure. I never embraced the joy of life and in being because I never thought to look at the other side of what the experience of pain had to offer.
I thank God for that moment in wholeness. It moved me. Pleasure was now in the game and enjoying my life became priority. When you embrace the other side, you stop brow beating the wound. You cease falling back into rigid, perfectionism disguised as discipline and the “trigger” has a place to go, a space to flourish. My personal healing did not look like the ideal or what I had anticipated. I found rest. I witnessed no more pushing into life or wanting to force forward. I could feel the grip loosen, I allowed some fun and sweeter foods, exercise was no longer a bloodbath but now conscious movement based on my needs for that day. Yes, I gained some weight but I also embraced that weight and loved myself anyway. My healing journey through pain helped me find a better balance within myself, a conscious balance. It helped me find the opening to the possibility of having pleasure move through me and integrate it into my experience. When you make your healing journey personal; it moves you, it changes you, it transforms you into a state of inner-conscious being. Shift away from the “call to action” approach to healing and move deeper into intimate understanding. Let that be the life-giving medicine you take in.
-Releasing Emotional Patterns
#BecomeYourInnerMostBeing #ConsciousBalance #WoundsAreOurGreatestTeachers
#SeektheOtherSide #BecomeWhole #WholnessMatters
AUTHOR OF INNER BEAUTY BLOGS
Jennifer is a truth seeker and artistic expressionist. She is certified energy therapist, emotional wellness coach, yoga/meditation instructor and intuitive. She is known her poetry and the deep care she feels for others.