I can let the waves wash over me or I can fight the old story line. Keep up the self-talk and remind myself that it is ok that I am broken. I have faults and make mistakes. I can still give and receive love and continuing living life. There is a skill to choosing in the moment. Especially when the feeling of trauma clouds clear decision making. First I remind myself to take a moment and ground myself in my body. I say to myself that I can not always believe what I think because it is not always real. Old belief systems instilled in my youth, do not apply to my life as an adult.
I feel the emotions, the pain they drag up. I stay as long as I can and then I try to let go of my attachment to the old pattern. Fear spikes again here, stay with it. Breathe. Breathe. Followed with another healthy dose of self-talk. I am ok. I am healing. There is much more.
Movements of consciousness between stages of existence, spanning out into the ethos, crossing over the limitations of time and space. No direct cause and effect here, but a un-mappable rhythm that will allude our self-centered minds. The great awareness, a pathway of creation, destruction and resurrection.
The waves lift us, turn us, crash us onto the ground and then cradle us. Eyes are awake, hearts are open, the will is free.
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