Coming back from Toronto, at the gate, a friend met me. Not literally, mind you. Touching down in the morning after a thirteen hour plus ride (got stuck at customs for two hours), I found myself choosing not to go home. I went to a local café and set up shop until my afternoon jam session with a friend began.
Home that day would have been triggering. In my first post, I shared my goal in this blog is to:
"Share my own personal journeys with transforming chaotic spheres of my life (multiple commitments, poor diet, disembodiment and sparse home care) through building health and wellness deep within," (7/18/11).
In flashing red lights: “Sparse Home Care. Sparse Home Care” and the laborious work ahead to transform both my internal and external home after months (maybe years) of neglect must have been ringing at a subconscious level. I knew if I went home, I would become unhappy with what I saw, feel like a failure and fall into slight paralysis.
Encountering, during my trip to our northern neighbor, the awe-inspiring way people have worked to create space and home for themselves really made stark how poorly I was making space for myself. My sadness around this was not immediately known to me on a conscious level; something in me did not want to go home—not yet.
I bought cherries (in season!) and spinach to share with my jamming artist friend. They were expensive, but I wanted us to enjoy and eat well. There was another layer: I ate them every day while on mini-vacation and had a taste for them similar to a taste for smooth transition—smooth landing.
Artist friend and I talked about chosen families and how meeting—friends, family, soul growers, lovers, etc—are miracles. In the universe of infinite possibilities, for two people to deeply encounter one another—who as it turns grew up near each other the whole of our youth without knowing— is miraculous.
This was so important for me—one who wanted to spend the rest of 2011 traveling to find similar kin across borders, for I believed my current destination barren.
With crystal profundity, I opened my eyes to the marvel of meeting—to the marvel of whom I met. This was not up in the sky somewhere—or north of the U.S. Those that ground us, that are kin (chosen or otherwise) to us, that help us make home and place on this plane are abundant and before us.
Jamming artist friend and I went to eat really good Mexican at El Fuego in Philadelphia. This was unplanned. In front of us: Rice and beans, guacamole, tortilla chips, peppers, onions, salsa.
Before arriving, cutting through Rittenhouse Square, I detailed how rice and beans have always provided a feeling of home and rootedness. And that those with a history of eating disorders will always view and experience food different than the masses. It pierces and at varying levels; thus, while our food settled me, it also was an unadorned reminder of how I interrupted and brought dis-ease to home space.
We walked back to artist friend’s place. Saw the small ways—stones on the rim of the bathtub, nesting pottery by the entrance way, affirmation books by the bedside, cloth and crystal spread—my friend made home in spite of, what my friend later revealed, a surfacing displeasure at the spatial dimensions of the place. I saw how that the place shined with my friend’s touch. I saw and believed in that moment that I could touch—my place—that way, too.
In a car ride earlier in the day, jamming artist friend shared a poignant statement: “It takes control (discipline) to let go of control.” Striking! One has to do some work to support the letting go and letting of light.
Making the transition to both literal and metaphoric home care will need support. That is why it had been feeling so laborious.
It was not enough to do a great job eating well and conditioning my body. I have to work just as hard in conditioning my heart and spirit—to find and enact kindness unto myself—to affirm—to carve out space for my creative imagination to roam—to step out of the way so much and shine, simply shine.
I have to ground.
Full Disclosure: I did in silliness take this quiz on About.com: Are You Adequately Grounded? http://healing.about.com/library/quiz/ground/blgroundquiz.htm
In searching for grounding techniques, I stumbled on this wonderful site. What I liked about it was that it addressed grounding in terms of ascension.
There is a general elevation occurring on multiple layers in the energetic realms right now. There are those of us who are currently ascending. Usually grounding exercises are for those who are getting introduced to energetic practices. Fewer pieces out there consider those who are and have grounded but get turned around from time to time. The following blog in its intention does that. Read around.(http://www.bigsparklylife.com/energy-update-ascension-grounding)
The following exercises are not new for me; in fact, I do them often. It was a nice little reminder nudge to fall back into the practices that I know root me. Hope you enjoy the nudge as well:
5 Tips for Grounding During Ascension
Spend time in nature: Sitting under an old-growth tree, working in a garden, sitting on the grass and watching the clouds go by are all great examples of ways you can easily spend time in nature and help ground your energy.
Take a sea salt bath: Sea salt helps to clear energy and balance the chakras. Place some sea salt into your bath, set your intention to ground your energy and then allow yourself to soak in the tub for ten minutes or more. It’s a wonderful remedy for ungroundedness.
Eat dark leafy greens: Kale, spinach, chard and other greens contain minerals and vitamins that allow the body to better calibrate with the wisdom of Mother Earth.
Take short naps: You are acclimating to a higher vibration. Resting gives your body, mind and spirit the opportunity make the shifts necessary to optimize to the higher realms.
Journal: Writing is a wonderful way to connect with your experiences, your innate wisdom and to reflect upon your journey. As such it is a powerful tool in grounding your energy.
So, did 3.5 miles in 45 minutes [2 miles in 17 minutes on track plus 1.5 miles in 28 minutes on terrain--sidewalks, street, grass, hopping over fences (don't ask)].
Striking, the difference off treadmill.
I was doing 5 miles in 45min on treadmill.
***Fitness/Wellness Tip for the Day: Run on various terrain to build knowledge of capacity
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