My latest assignment came from a dear friend, colleague, and wonderful healer....
Amelia, speak to your inner child.
Say all the words your inner child wanted to hear, but didn't.
Say all the words your inner child wants to her, but hasn't.
As if that wasn't enough, there was a somatic component:
You can speak these words while patting body parts, hugging self, holding body areas that are connected with specific chakra issues or places that have a known need for healing.
Shit.
A few days later, she checked in with me about how I did with this homework. Dissuaded by impending discomfort; acknowledgement of lingering (and perhaps balance threatening) fear, I decided what most rationale people decide, "I'm not doing it."
I'm not really someone to give up that quickly. When I hear myself say "I'm not doing it." I'm the lady that will spend most of the next few days trying to figure out why and then figuring out if there is a message in that decision or a need that is arising.
I gave it little extra thought. I marshaled forward at least a few mental images of what I would need to prepare: camo, a gun, probably an extra oxygen mask (or ten), a team, a companion, a flight crew, more time, and a few good night's worth of sleep. Images came into my imagination:
I'm not really someone to give up that quickly. When I hear myself say "I'm not doing it." I'm the lady that will spend most of the next few days trying to figure out why and then figuring out if there is a message in that decision or a need that is arising.
I gave it little extra thought. I marshaled forward at least a few mental images of what I would need to prepare: camo, a gun, probably an extra oxygen mask (or ten), a team, a companion, a flight crew, more time, and a few good night's worth of sleep. Images came into my imagination:
Of course, I'm absolutely not going to talk to my inner child.
She's young and likely she's really busy anyways.
I'm also afraid of guns, swimming in cold water, pugs,
heights, any amount of tight clothing, and certainly anything scary or dangerous.
(If the movie of my life were rated, then it would be Rated G.)
She's young and likely she's really busy anyways.
I'm also afraid of guns, swimming in cold water, pugs,
heights, any amount of tight clothing, and certainly anything scary or dangerous.
(If the movie of my life were rated, then it would be Rated G.)
So, in all my honesty, I told her I hadn't done my homework yet. She replied, "If you just get started, it will be much easier...." She also offered that the first few lines of this dialog could start something like this:
"Dear, inner child, I have your back. I will support you fully, regardless of where we end up. You are so safe; you are so loved; there is nothing you would ever say or do that I cannot embrace fully as perfect..."
It's opening the door at the right time and the right speed. It's taking a minute to set the tone for the inward journey...
It was a nice reminder that it is possible to invoke the right energy and gentleness not just during your time "in journey" but those few moments before...
Let the inner safari begin...
This post is lovingly dedicated to Cindy.
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