Climbing out of the steamy shower a few days ago I decided to sit on the bed for a few minutes to cool down before getting dressed. I plumped up a couple of pillows, sat with my back against the wall, looked at my legs and feet and wondered “When did I last tell you how much I appreciate you, holding me up, feet taking me where I want to go?” I reached forward, massaged my toes and sore feet, rubbed my ankles and enjoyed long smooth strokes up my legs, across hips to my waist. Touching my stomach, my breasts, and reaching behind to stroke my back, I felt more grounded than I had in a long time. I had a lovely conversation with my body, telling it how much I loved it and showing gratitude for every single cell. I even apologized for not exercising as much as I should! Fingers and hands were massaged; up one arm and down the other, compliments flowing. My, it had been a long time since I loved my body like that, touching, appreciating and acknowledging. I stretched my shoulders and rubbed my sore neck, scratching my scalp roughly with fingertips and groaning it felt so delicious. I immersed my face in my palms, acknowledging my eyes and how hard they work every day supporting me. Smells delight so I complimented my nose on its memory recall and warning system. I reflected on how much my appreciation of good food has grown since I met my husband, John, the gourmet chef; taste buds were acknowledged, as they should be! My ears were not forgotten; they work hard listening and alerting me to our busy planet. Truthfully, I spent a wonderful fifteen minutes loving and massaging my body. I acknowledged my bumps and lumps, loving every scar and age related wrinkle. Had I more time I might have drawn tiny red hearts all over my body, just like Amanda (Marlee Matlin) in my all time favorite movie, What the Bleep Do I Know? Gratitude for my body, as well as everything in my life, made a wonderful start to the day! And it WAS a delightful creative day! Just like I planned.
A special friend once told me, when you witness a traumatic event, do it as an observer. If there is something you can do to help, you will be ready to help. If there is nothing you can do, then emotional trauma in your emotional and physical bodies will certainly do more harm than good. That was before 9/11; that advice stood me in good stead. Watching people jump from buildings, imagining myself in that situation, the towers falling and the political fallout from such an unimaginable horror was beyond my comprehension. I remembered the advice. View it as an observer. That I did.
Being emotionally detached allowed me to send prayers and healing to the victims, it allowed me to send energy to those in need, it allowed me to focus on what was important for me at that time in history. I could help. I could pray, I could send healing energy, light and love. Had I been embroiled in the anger and hate of that time then I would not have been able to stay focused to send unconditional love.
At times like these, and there have been a number of them the last decade, I always go back to the teachings of Don Miguel Ruiz, The Fifth Amendment. He teaches, “Be skeptical, but learn to listen.” In short he teaches, “Don’t believe yourself or anybody else. Use the power of doubt to question everything you hear. Is it really the truth? Listen to the intent behind words, and you will understand the real message.”
This advice comes in good stead now with all the talking heads in the media. Who to believe, to trust? I’ll write more on listening to your inner guidance soon.
Mother, wife, teacher, healer, psychic, friend, spiritualist, traveler on planet earth at this remarkable time in history.