The clouds were heavy today
Sitting lower in the sky
Illuminated in a lovely new way
Ready for change
Mirroring my thoughts
Reflective of my energy
The promise of precipitation
was on the horizon
Like the clouds, I have learned
there is nothing worth rushing
No forcing, no hurrying
Only simple allowance
A hint of sweet anticipation
is sprinkled in the rain
I feel the sparkle of good things to come
Can you feel it, too?
There is a potent sense of finality in the air today. One of completion. This healing cycle I have been tumbling around in is coming to a close. Perhaps my health will ebb and flow a few more times but it doesn’t pack the punch it once used to. I feel grateful and joyous and incredibly humbled by this entire segment of my life story.
Chronic illness is an opportunity to heal so much more than the presenting symptoms.
As engulfing and debilitating as it can be, the choice to explore is yours. I have learned that you can’t rush anything and that surrendering to the timeline is therapeutic in its own way. But you certainly can get curious. Experiencing chronic illness makes for some fertile ground to heal your stuff. To look at your layers. And get better from the ground up.
Why is this happening?
What does it want to teach me?
What is under that?
And how about under the next layer?
Get out your magnifying glass. The greatest gift I’ve ever received was getting sick. And I am grateful beyond words to be getting better. But I wouldn’t trade these last 2+ years for the world. What an excellent firsthand account of healing. A tiny tinge of bittersweet brushed over me as I realized this chapter is coming to an end, for this has been the greatest education I have ever received. Being broken open has given me an entirely new experience of life on earth.
My advice to those in the throes of chronic illness is to dig deep. Swan dive off the highest diving board straight into getting to know your roots and understanding why it is you got sick. Make this your primary focus. Your most important task. Your absolute top priority.
And ask for help in the many ways help arrives.
It isn’t the mold or the traumas. The many moves or the stress. The karma or soul contracts.
It is all of it.
And if at any time you need a friend, I would be honored to hold your hand.
Today that old familiar voice of fear poked its head in to ask:
Will you still be inspired if you’re no longer getting squeezed?
What will you write about? What will direct your day?
This is my answer:
Life wins.
Inspiration is endless.
Love is infinite.
Energy is bountiful.
Prayer is powerful.
Our capacity to heal is universal.
I will fill my days with my ongoing love affair of all things in the natural world. My family, my husband, my children, my passions. Recipes.
A book that is asking to be written. I can’t wait to write it and read it and share it! I will take pictures and continue to write down the messages I receive from the wild things. My passion to help others is bursting at the seams, in whatever shape that takes.
And off course there will be plenty of walks with my dog in the beautiful places that surround us.
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