Today it finally happened. I realized how much I miss (and need) to do spiritual writing. I was doing a guided meditation in my backyard in the shade of a fruit tree. Much has changed and grown over the past decade. I have found my life partner and married. We have been blessed with 2 beautiful children. Motherhood has been the most profound, meaningful and challenging experience of my life. I was not prepared for how much it would change my life.
Becoming a mother has given my life new focus. Having babies, toddlers and now young children has been all consuming, however. One has far less personal time. I have had to make choices about how to spend my time. One lesson I have learned is that my spiritual and writing practice is not something I can keep on the back burner. It sustains me, picks me up when I have fallen. It helps me process emotions, gain wisdom, make sense of things. It is like putting on glasses to sharpen blurry vision. It is like wrapping a warm blanket around my heart. It helps me feel and tolerate my feelings. To not bury and bottle up what hurts.
It also helps me to recognize the good in life. The beauty of the this ever changing, colorful, rollercoaster of human experience. When I sit in meditation or reflect in writing, I can feel grateful. I feel more connected to my life. And I can feel an empathy for myself and others that my often anxious, auto pilot state blocks.
This is important because I believe in the power of love and compassion. These are the components of a full life and the keys to unlocking the barriers between humans. The ingredients necessary to heal pain and to slow the degradation of the planet
We must to care, we must feel and we must reflect in order to feel whole. This will help us to help others. This will help us feel safe and connected.
Writing is the tool that helps me to do this. The bridge that helps me to cross from ego to true self. From mindless to mindful. So I will write. I will write. I will write again.__
