Yes, tapping into bubbles of grief that well up from long-forgotten recesses of the emotional body… many tears.
I sat with my coffee mug snuggled inside both my cold hands while I was in a lotus position on my sofa this morning. The only light in the room was a salt lamp. I felt the heat from the mug rise to my face.
I’ve been cold.
I’ve been lost.
I’ve been sad.
And I’ve been questioning every single thing in my life. I have been tracing and retracing decisions, analyzing them in a forensic manner. It’s not like me. Yet, for weeks I’ve done nothing but try to fix past choices.
I’ve gone back in dreams trying to redo wrongdoings and the outcome never changes.
I know this is beyond ridiculous. But one thing that has shown up is that I’ve let go of regrets and resentments during these moments. It has helped clear up old karmic connections.
I have cut cords and allowed things to just be.
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