We moved to the heart and allowed it to sound very loud and slowing down and with each beat a wave of relaxation go over the body. There are great benefits to allowing blood vessels to relax and letting the tissues of the body receive blood and oxygenate all tissue around it.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Relaxation
We moved to the heart and allowed it to sound very loud and slowing down and with each beat a wave of relaxation go over the body. There are great benefits to allowing blood vessels to relax and letting the tissues of the body receive blood and oxygenate all tissue around it.
Monday, May 17, 2010
You! Magnificent. Amazing, You!
This post was sent to me by Sue, a regular participant of the class. I pass it on to everyone else that visits here.
John
You! Magnificent, Amazing, You
When you look at that title, I wonder, what your thoughts are. Care to share? I know for many of my younger years I felt anything but magnificent, or amazing… words like that just DID not fit what I was taught, by my Mom anyway.
My Dad on the other hand always believed in me. He was my cheerleader, the one person I could almost always count on to soothe my ruffled feathers… except of course when he was scolding me for something or another. Usually it was for getting into the Ho-Ho's, or the Twinkies that my mom had stashed away for his lunch. (Yes indeed, I come by my sweet tooth honestly!!) Even though I knew he believed in me, it really bothered me that my Mom didn’t. Her favorite word you see was stupid. Oh how I learned to dislike that word… It always has a tendency to make me cringe, still to this day.
A couple of weeks ago, I was talking with my therapist about my fear of letting go of certain things, many of which are papers that I’ve saved over the years for one reason or another. There are certain things, no matter how hard I’d tried, I found VERY difficult to dispose of. During the course of our conversation she picked up a statement I’d made regarding getting rid of these things… I may need to prove someday… x, y, z.
When she brought this to my attention how often I’d said that in this, and previous sessions, she asked why I felt that need to prove something… I fumbled for a minute, and then it hit me…. Old childhood scars that I thought were long since healed still haunted me. Holding onto things, was a way to prove I wasn’t stupid, that I’d made the right decisions, etc. to whomever.
A pile of papers that I’d been holding onto for years, left my house last Sunday. It wasn’t easy, and I’m still struggling with whether or not I did the right thing, but the funny thing is since then, I’ve felt a bit more motivated to make a bigger impact. And I aim to!!
Thinking about this, I think about the messages we may have heard as children, and not really thought much of, but if leave them be, we will never truly see the possibilities, the choices, or the strengths we have within ourselves, and give them free rein.
I’ve recognized over the last several years that one of my strengths is in writing. The other day I was told, “I’m waiting for your book to come out.” I was humbled, inspired, and awed all at the same time.
There are things we each enjoy doing. If you were to look at those things, (legal things of course) could you see them as one or more of your strengths? If someone encouraged you to pursue those things, what might your life be like? What hidden miracles are within you waiting to be discovered?
One thing I’ve learned is that if I don’t believe in myself, in my abilities, my strengths, etc., how can I expect others to? There can be miracles when you believe.
Take a moment to look within, and try to discover what those abilities and strengths you have. What would it take for you to believe you can achieve your hearts desire? Perhaps, like me it starts with believing in you?
If you’re able, listen to the song “When You Believe” by Celtic Woman as you take that look within. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4-rBF1UM3o