This morning I woke up so mad. I would love to act like I didn’t know why I woke up so angry, but I can’t. See what had happened was, someone told me something I had a clue about, but I refused to see. (Yes, Spider showed up to laugh and point at me.) As I continue to process what I was told, I want to kick my own ass for not listening to myself over the years.
Sadly there is no space for kicking my own ass these days, so here’s what I’ve learned from this joyful little experience:
1. Just because I choose to ignore my emotions, doesn’t mean they go away. They resurface covered in anger, frustration and hurt. Who wants to be ignored– especially when you are trying to help?
2. If I am focused on someone or something else, I am stuck and not really honoring my feelings. Who or whatever is usually a good clue about what my feelings are showing me. My feelings bring me closer to myself. They do not pit me against others.
3. The more I give myself space to feel and honor my emotions, the easier to support others in the same process. I notice that I am a much more patient mother when I listen to myself. The boys are usually easier on me too <3
All this anger has brought me closer to myself. By rooting into the feelings underneath my anger, I’ve been reminded that I need to better respond to my intuitive nudges. When I feel something is off– I need to lean into why. Even if I don’t want anything to be off.
For the longest time, I swore Mother Nature was just bees, trees and flowers. Over time, I have come to experience her as much more. In this moment, I perceive Mother Nature as a direct manifestation of the cosmic void from which all life comes.
Mother Nature is a loving force that bring us all together in unity. She loves, she restores, she nurtures and she minds each one of us. Mother Nature does all she can to remove all obstacles to the void/God expressing through us.
Our individual expressions, in all their variety, is her goal because every expression is valid and needed. In essence returning to Mother Nature is a kin to returning to a larger self. That larger self is the void and the Mother Nature is really the harmonious expression of every being on this planet.
Despite what I may think or how I feel, every expression has it’s own place, space and purpose in creation. I’m working on the human practicalities of all this. When I see evil and feel other folk’s pain I don’t understand why it’s necessary for pain and evil exist. However, the more I witness people returning to Mother Nature by connecting to plants or animals I can see that all problems can be solved by reconnection. Pain and evil can bring you back to yourself. You returning to yourself and being yourself is Mother Nature.
If we all felt in harmony and unity with ourselves and each other— would there be a need for violence? If we all felt like who we are is needed, welcome, loved and cherished would so many of us be in pain? I have no idea.
However, I do believe, if we returned to Nature, each of us would find our place. Things would be better– or at least this is what I’ve seen and experienced.
One day, A tree said that I needed to root and ground into my treeness. The idea made not a damn lick of sense at the time, but slowly grew on me. It’s a beautiful thing to stay rooted and grounded in the essence of who you are; allowing your essence to blossom forth as your expression. It’s an ideal way of being.
How to remain connected with and rooted into my essence never seemed clear to me. Upon expressing my confusion, I was told to drink more water. Water would teach me how to stay in myself no matter what surrounds me. I drank water. I better understood the tree’s advice but, I was still having trouble physically applying the wisdom I was given.
Then shit happened and I fell off the face of the Earth 🤷🏿♀️
Three months later I feel closer to my treeness. The missing part was my emotions as a com link.
Emotions help me stay in integrity. They speak from the core of my being; helping me understand what needs to stay, what needs to go, and what I need more of. I cannot practice treeness- staying rooted and grounded in the essence of who I am without honoring my own internal communication system.
Das it. I just need to hear myself and honor my emotions.
As I honor my own emotions, it feels easier to accept others without being responsible for their happiness. What other people do is about them and their emotions. It’s not about me. What matters is that I remain rooted and grounded in myself. Whatever pops up I can navigate by being honest with myself and having faith in Mother Nature.
Honoring my emotions seems to allow for my needs always being met. Since I can be honest with my about what I need I can more easily receive it. It may not come as I expect but my needs are and always have been met.
Despite my best efforts to be present and grounded, some days I stay in the ether. Even with little Boo, I am there but somehow not.
My attention is with this little part of me holding on. She waits in the mist and wants me to know that she is waiting because when her patience pays off, we will all rejoice.
What is she waiting for? She is waiting from my Mother. In her little suitcase there is a list (among other things that little girls would keep in suitcases). The list details all the things that her, and other parts of me have been waiting patiently to receive from my mother. She has complete faith that one day Mom will show up as the Mother she has always wanted and that they can go have tea. All will be well and I can move the fuck on from waiting..
Now this little girl isn’t alone. She representative of a contingent. There are other little me’s of varying ages all hanging out with lists. Waiting for the Mother they’ve always wanted too. Not to say that I haven’t had (or don’t presently enjoy) Mother figures, but they have their mind set on My Mother. Only she will do. I’ve offered to do for myself what they need. They have no interest in me. Even my husband will occasionally pitch in; whether he realizes it or not. They sigh, shake their head, point to their lists and contracts; obstinately waiting for her.
The fucked up thing is that I know she ain’t coming. My Mother, is a kind loving woman. She is just not the woman…. well…. we have different values, so we don’t really know how to be Mother and Daughter. I don’t know how to be her daughter because, it isn’t in me to behave the way she wants. Usually what she wants from me agitates me. And well, I’m sure she feels rejected because I want things from her that ain’t in her. I’ve let her know this time and time again. So, instead of coming together and loving each other, we do an awkward dance where both of us end up hurt.
I want to accept the parts of me that are waiting because they deserve my loving compassion. If anything they remind me of what is important to me and how vital it is that I ensure a loving connection with the kids. I want to accept Mother also. I know she can’t give me what I seek, but she is still my Mother. There has to be some way to more fully accept what is, so I can be more present. It’s shitty to be constantly pulled between here and now.
No real solutions today. Only observations 🙂
Until next time.. Take Precious Care
One fateful Saturday Morning I stumbled across the most interesting parenting article. It was a guide for what to expect from your little ones as they grow and how to best support them. Part of me was intrigued and the other part suspicious. I am naturally suspicious of just about everything and okay with it 😀
After reading the guide, I had a few more insights about how to better support Little Boo aaaannnnddd I had a deeper understanding of little me. I’d always felt that I had a surly teenager and a four year old battling my adult self for control. This guide confirmed my suspicion and gave me hope.
It was soothing to see where and how I am developmentally stuck. It’s super exciting to see how to best parent myself when my inner teenager and Little Me show up. Although I must say they usually show up when I am need of self care in some way. They have wisdom and their approach reflects what they most want me to heal.
I still have some way to go before I can say that I understand them because I find myself more attached to shutting them up than to actually hearing what they have to say. But I can say this guide helped. I am committed to hearing them more. I am committed to receiving the wisdom they have to offer.
Until next time, take Precious Care!
As I darted around the bedroom this morning an angry voice popped up in my head. She demanded that I take some time to be real with myself about where my business and my life are heading. She was insistent that I take some time to rest. She reminded me that I needed to be more mindful of all the things I take on in the hopes of being loved. These situations rarely turn out how I want/expect. She also said that I was no good to myself or anyone else if I was constantly on the verge of “fuck it”. I quickly pressed mute on this voice and hurried downstairs. I needed to make Little Boo breakfast and start the day. Everything is fine!
Now.. I so want to say that my disregarding my own wisdom is rare, but it’s not. After spending some time thinking about that voice’s advice today I realized that the voice was right.
1) I am one to volunteer to do some shit in hopes of making friends. Instead of making friends, I become doer of shit that no one else wants to do. (booooooooo!)
2) After caring for my sick husband and Little Boo, I am in dire need of me time!
3) I am on the verge of some major change. Moving forward mindfully would be helpful.
And finally 4) I give myself some excellent advice; especially when it comes to relationships with others. Why am I hell bent on not following it?
I find that I am most likely to disregard my own advice when it contradicts what I think others want from me. There is a part of me who really wants to be liked and useful–even at my own detriment. In fact I believe that this part of me likes being at it’s own detriment. This way I can act like a martyr if you don’t like me how I want you to. I mean if I can’t be liked, I should at least be a martyr :D. You don’t like me after I sacrificed all this shit for you? How dare you!! I know this sounds familiar to someone reading this post ;D.
But really, I’d like to move into a space where loving myself is more important than what others do. That shit sounds hard and a bit scary, yet liberating. We’ll see 🙂
Take Precious Care,