 | Recently I have been in the process of cutting a life long energetic cord that my son and I have had between us. This happened a couple of weeks ago, and since then I have been amazed at the simple changes that have come about as a consequence. The changes I have noticed are in the way I relate to my son and people in general. |
The change came when a few days later my son phoned and offered me a load of rocks that he needed to get rid of and he asked me if I wanted them for my garden. Normally I would go into the fixit mode and try to accommodate his needs and help him out whether I needed them or not. But this time I decided to choose for myself if I could use them. I thanked him for his offer and declined, with no attachment as to what he would do with them.
It felt empowering to be able to choose what was supportive for me that day, instead of giving my power away in trying to please my son by fixing his problem.
The next change I noticed was when this week I answered an invitation to attend an afternoon tea and get together. Though the invite did not have my name on it, I felt to reply because it was on a public noticeboard. I had a feeling through the week that it would be lovely to join in with other women for International Women’s Day.
The reply came back very lovingly accepting my request. It was then explained with much laughter, that it was not meant for the noticeboard, but since I had replied I would be welcome to join in, which I joyfully accepted.
Normally in the past I would feel bad about making a mistake. Feeling terrible I would go into reaction, apologising and saying sorry a number of times, and then if I had accepted the offer I would have felt like an intruder being there.
But not so that day, I joyfully accepted the loving invitation and felt in myself that none of my patterned behaviour was present. I had no need to be there or not to be there, no guilt for getting it wrong, just an acceptance and appreciation of what was happening.
I am gradually learning not to beat myself up when I make a mistake, and to instead feel the learning that is always on offer.
In re-reading this blog that I wrote sometime ago I am finding a new level of appreciation for myself and the loving choices that I am making.
The above examples are simple but profound. I am seeing clearly that life-long patterns of giving my power away and hiding are now gradually starting to be healed.
Jill S., Australia
It felt empowering to be able to choose what was supportive for me that day, instead of giving my power away in trying to please my son by fixing his problem.
The next change I noticed was when this week I answered an invitation to attend an afternoon tea and get together. Though the invite did not have my name on it, I felt to reply because it was on a public noticeboard. I had a feeling through the week that it would be lovely to join in with other women for International Women’s Day.
The reply came back very lovingly accepting my request. It was then explained with much laughter, that it was not meant for the noticeboard, but since I had replied I would be welcome to join in, which I joyfully accepted.
Normally in the past I would feel bad about making a mistake. Feeling terrible I would go into reaction, apologising and saying sorry a number of times, and then if I had accepted the offer I would have felt like an intruder being there.
But not so that day, I joyfully accepted the loving invitation and felt in myself that none of my patterned behaviour was present. I had no need to be there or not to be there, no guilt for getting it wrong, just an acceptance and appreciation of what was happening.
I am gradually learning not to beat myself up when I make a mistake, and to instead feel the learning that is always on offer.
In re-reading this blog that I wrote sometime ago I am finding a new level of appreciation for myself and the loving choices that I am making.
The above examples are simple but profound. I am seeing clearly that life-long patterns of giving my power away and hiding are now gradually starting to be healed.
Jill S., Australia