WE ARE THE ANSWERS TO OUR PRAYERS
Along the healing path we may reach outside ourselves, to then catapult back into our own open arms and wisdom knowing we had the answers all along.
Humans lets face it, can chase our tails in existential angst. Lementing on where we should be investing our energy, asking a lot of questions, too busy to listen to the answers.
We can spend a lot of time reaching out to the external world to fill the gaping hole.
We have invented an amazing toolkit to plug the hole up. With all sorts of remedies, our phone, sugar, gurus, co-dependency, nicotine, margaritas whatever your flavour of the month may be. We search hungrily for nourishment outside our being.
When we do not listen to our own inner wisdom and knowing, we can easily outsource outside of ourselves, even more so in our AI and digitally influenced culture.
We may elastic band our selves and propel ourselves as far away as we can from the inevitable fall into self. Resisting the recoil back.
We may draw the curtains. on the answers within. Numbing our voice, Arching away from our heart beat and restricting our breath. We have clever and sneaky ways of bending out of shape.
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To come home to self may not always be an easy task. Coming back to body and soul may require us to feel the layers of hurt and protection that may stand in the way. The art of being ourselves however simple somtimes is the biggest job on our evolutionary path, to strip from mask and pretence and show up to our innate aliveness.
Many of us justify as we reach for the fix, cultural norms suporting us to live outside of our bodies.
We will circle our own beings with curiosity scared to inhabit its miracle, scared what the cells and memory may hold.
Eventually after years of doing every thing to escape myself the only way was in, birthing brought me in, mothering brought me in, healing brought me in, love bought me in, health brought me in.
And boy I grieved the minutes, years and decades I dodged my own body, the pleasure and joy that was right at my finger tips.
Touching down momentarily to then take off again.
The central force like a whirlpool, brings us to our knees of our resurrection from escape to acceptance. Our yes to life.
We tread around the knowing, that we are the answer to our prayers.
Suffering and all, what a blessing to is to be body.