So I’ve been Social Distancing myself from Social Media and The News the last week or two because holy moly, things have been getting real and coming up for me in a very big way. If the true, more profound purpose of this pandemic from a Universal/Spiritual perspective is to force us to slow down and go inward, so that our “stuff” (old wounds, trauma, repressed pain) can surface in order to be processed, healed and released, then this purpose is definitely serving itself through me. It hasn’t been fun by any stretch of the imagination, but I am now beginning to emerge from that inward experience and feel like a lighter, truer, more wise and settled version of myself. Things I thought were dead and buried and inconsequential have made themselves overwhelmingly present and enveloped me, so I had no choice but to sit with them. Processing our old shit sucks, there’s a reason we run from it with busy-ness or hide from it with booze and pills. But it is so completely, so beautifully, freeing. I have been thinking, feeling, processing, healing, and releasing, and I have also been writing about it. I’m not ready to share these intimate stories of my journey right now, but am hopeful that someday, someway, I’m able to pull it all together and share my story in a way that helps others heal and be free from their old buried wounds as well. Hang in there, friends, if others are having the same experience as I am, then the world is bound to emerge a far less harsh and wounded, more gentle and compassionate place as a result of this❤️✨📝
