As I watch the days fall away from the eve of January 1st, 2016 I continue to feel a strong desire to carve out ways to inspire truth in my life. Old beliefs, pattern and emotions are surfacing and falling way. Space is being created through conversation, community, co-creation, retreats, ceremony, gatherings and dreaming.
The holiday season is amongst us and even in my greatest effort to hold my own definitions and beliefs about what this season means to me, it’s nearly impossible to escape the collective buzz. Countless events and celebrations, gatherings and parties, craft making and buying, volunteering, donating, baking goodies, brunch dates and dinners. It’s everywhere.
Over the past several years, I’ve been healing the wounds from my childhood. I’ve unknowingly been given an awakened opportunity to see in my “now” adult mind, how I really experienced my upbringing, the relationships I was in, the roles I played and the experiences I had.
The body knows what it wants because it wants to heal. That is it’s life mission, it’s purpose and it’s passion. As the body heals, the soul is free to live out it’s truth; it’s destiny.
It’s not always easy to let go. It takes time. It takes courage and most times it takes getting a lot of help and support. I know for me personally I had no idea the process of letting go was going to look this way. I didn’t know the complexities of the mind, body and soul could be so intricate and delicate. I didn’t know this journey could be as fascinating as it is frustrating.