Your rage strikes my heart like a lightning bolt
Adverse Childhood Experiences
Most of us have had adverse childhood experiences
Some of us more than others-
Traumatic experiences with catastrophic consequences which ripple out from our core to the edges of existence
Some of us have lived a life of consistent resistance
We were struggling, fighting uphill battles
When we should have felt carefree, playing with rattles
Experiences so awful and early
That rigid prison bars were imposed around our developing minds and bodies
Restricting our growth
I’m not writing an excuse for my shortcomings
I’m fueling my fire to heal humanity
Enough already with the insanity
Trauma tangles our DNA, the epigenetics way
Turning off certain genes and turning on others,
But we can be better than our fathers and mothers
We don’t have to pass it on
We can heal ourselves
Do something each day to heal yourself, your body will guide you in what to do-
quality sleep and fresh food to eat
energy healing visualization, repeating positive affirmations
I won’t ever be the person I might have been had I not had all those adverse childhood experiences- every form of abuse and neglect
raised by people who were unwell, making my childhood a living hell
However, because I am a wounded warrior, I have a burning desire to share my fire, let my inner glow light the way for others to know that a better life is possible
You are your own healer.
There is so much to fear and worry about.
So much to feel sad and angry about.
I spend a great deal of time and energy worrying what others think of me.
This is likely because of the explosive rage inflicted upon me whenever I displeased others while I was growing up.
But they were displeased to begin with.
Their happiness was never my responsibility
And now I feel like everybody’s happiness is my responsibility
But it is not
I am only responsible for myself
It is enough to mind my own mind- check in with my thoughts without worrying about what everyone else is thinking all the time.
This is a practice, and practicing is enough.
Constant dripping of water hollows out a stone.
My pain is the stone, and my healing is the water.
Like water, I do not stop when I encounter an obstacle, I keep flowing. I heard that all rivers flow to the ocean.
Your healing is natural, it is part of the universal life force.
But you can help it along- how you treat yourself is the most important action you can take.
Oh Great Spirit, may I stay on this healing path.
I have taken many exams, however healing from my ACEs is the most important test I want to ace.
Thank you to all the healers, all the hard-working professionals who help raise awareness about ACEs, help prevent trauma, and help blaze the trail of recovery.
My yoga teacher said
May you live in the heart
May you light up the dark
May you live in the now
May you flow with the Tao
May you bless up
And never come down
My yoga teacher said,
‘Our generation is the smartest one yet, we have all the information we could ever need at our fingertips, yet we still aren’t enlightened- we can’t take 3 steps without melting down’.
What I wanted to say to my yoga teacher after class, but didn’t due to my lingering shyness was that we are in the process of becoming enlightened, and yoga teachers are an important part of the sacred process of enlightening others, whether they realize it or not:
One by one, enlightened people share their light with others
As if passing a flame from candle to candle
The glow grows without end, multiplying infinitely.
Sharing our inner light with our fellow beings does not diminish our own glow, but builds a safety net in case our own flame is temporarily blown out- we have a friendly neighbor with a bright source to rekindle us again.
Because we have paid it forward, we have propagated a culture of generosity and abundance.
Let your light shine.
Yoga is a key part of my healing journey. It has changed my relationship with myself and with the world.
To my yoga teacher, I bow in deep gratitude for how they share their light with the world.
To all teachers everywhere across time and space; thank you, and namaste.
Pockets of Bliss
All my life long
That was my marching song
Yet if I let myself unwind a bit
I find myself basking in pockets of bliss
Soaking in satisfaction, abundance, gratitude
It feels like the ultimate kiss
As I both receive and radiate
The generous glow of the sun
My mind usually tells myself that I don’t have time
For such indulgent, frivolous nonsense
That I’ve got to push push push
And forever rush rush rush
I fooled myself into believing
That I didn’t deserve the luxury of deep breathing
That rest and relaxation were only for the privileged rich
Such was my justification for prioritizing everything else Before my own needs
For too long I wrongly bought into the ideology
That my life was not to be enjoyed
That I should run hungry all my days
As if pursued by a ravenous wolf in all kinds of ways
But today I re-realized that I am the wolf
And also the prey
Only I have the power to say,
‘Enough of being tough.
I am ready for ease!’
If only in pockets to start
Because old habits are hard to break,
Just ask my heart
So it is with patience and persistence,
Guided by gentle wisdom
That I fill my pockets to overflowing
With bliss bliss bliss