…Or, when shoulding on yourself quits working!
Which is a whole lot like time for the Medicine Basket!
Let’s start with the #work-still-in-progress painting, above. It may feel familiar.
It’s an opinionated project, so far! The working title is Laying it Down…
It as in beliefs which aren’t empowering. And, even in the only begun stage, it’s a great reminder which I’m really glad I had standing by for this last week!
Here’s the thing… we’re not just talking about head-beliefs!
Body and heart beliefs matter, too!
And a whole bunch of mine – all kinds – seem to have gotten riled up since my trip with Luther to the Rainbow Bridge.
As in: I should be able to handle this!
Yesterday’s trip to physical therapy was an intentional exercise in laying a whole bunch of those beliefs down.
We began with some adjustments and instructions for my new strength trainer… aka: rollator walker.
It’s not that the mobility thing is suddenly worse, though it’s been a challenge for a while.
Instead, I suddenly need it to be a whole lot better. Less scary. More reliable. (Details, eventually…)
And that kind of need involves a boatload of believing that it can change!
And that involves laying down whatever shoulda-coulda-woulda junk is taking up space where hope could live in my Medicine Basket.
So, a learner’s permit from my friend, the PT!
And, then, some time known as soothing.
Specifically, Craniosacral Therapy.
I can’t explain it… except that it shifts things. (And it’s pretty relaxing!)
Then, home to the place known as the real world.
Chair. Lunch. Really, really dark chocolate. Meetings. The adventurous kind.
You know… out of the box! Most of them having to do with what comes after the laying it down bit.
A good conversation with my kid… the birthday dude.
Then, the apparently misguided notion that I was ready to sleep.
I tried! In fact, I tried until about 2:30 am.
And then, the magic chair. Book. Weighted blanket. And, eventually, sleep.
Complete with dreams about cats! (Go ahead and be surprised… that really doesn’t happen much around here!)
Except that I discovered, while swinging from the branches of my family tree a couple of days ago, a new Great Aunt, many, many generations back. Another of the handful of related Saints nobody ever mentioned. Here’s my favorite photo:
Yep! The Patron Saint of Cats is my Aunt Gertrude! My sister is very excited!!!
Here’s what else I know about Aunt Gert so far… She was born in what is now Belgium, in 626 CE. Like other women in her prominent family, she chose – with her mother’s help – to escape an arranged marriage of the politically and financially beneficial sort, and establish a monastery for women dedicated to living their faith and helping people.
And that tells me that she was also a fan of laying down beliefs which were not empowering!
And it also suggests that some of my tendencies in the same direction just might come from a long line of women who found hope in choosing to fill their Medicine Baskets with tools for change.
At least, that’s what I heard when I woke!
ps… bizarre question! Would you help me with my soul homework??? If yes, please respond to the questions below in the comments or by email… firstname.lastname@example.org Sending huge thanks in advance!!!
Assuming that YOU are ready for some help with your big dreams – your soul homework – Which of these gift-steps feels LEAST terrifying to you??? (Extra thanks for a note about what feels best about your choice!)
- An ah-hah, now I know more-type quiz
- An on-demand video adventure in perspective shifting
- Something I can read, on my own time
- Staying stuck