Heart Centered Healing

Heart Centered Healing

We begin to heal the moment we no longer want our pain to write the story of our life.  To rewrite our story depends on the level of honesty we have with ourselves, the courage to see an experience differently and the amount of grace, Love and hope we allow ourselves to embody. Healing is recognizing where thought patterns connect with self-knowing.  The process of knowing yourself on the deepest most intimate levels and understanding that the story we tell ourselves about who we are may have been keeping us safe but it may be keeping us in patterns that no longer serve the highest version of who we are here to become.

There will be a point in the process where there are emotions that seem to be stuck or unresolved.  Its a very vulnerable place in the healing process but its also the most valuable. Many times this is where people seek out mentors, gurus, scripture, plant medicine although its also where some people may fall into cults or end up giving their power away to external entities or systems.  It is helpful to have guidance without doubt though using discernment is highly encouraged before going head first into a certain dogma or belief system.  Anything that brings you out of your sovereignty is a place to give pause.

When do you know if a teaching or a message will work or is “true”?  The message will hit home and if it is leading you on the highest path you will have a visceral reaction of “knowing” a sensation of “yes, I recognize this”. Ask yourself why “this feels right” also ask where is that feeling of comfort arising? If you are giving your power to a dogma or accepting all aspects of a teaching without questioning, you may be seeking a savior, a way not to have ownership over your experience.  Question if you are believing something because you are integrating that into your life or simply accepting a belief because it feels safe.  Our patterning can run so deep that sometimes its difficult to see where we are simply seeking safety or where we have hit a truth about our experience. 

The truth about our pain is that it doesn’t have to control our lives, it has the ability to be released and through integrated compassion, grace and courage you are able to rewrite the story of your life.

If you want to learn more about how to rewrite your story from a place of truth, compassion and sovereignty please submit an inquiry for a free session with me. 

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The Study of Love

The Study of Love

In the Greek language there are at least 6 different words to describe love.  For most parts of the world there is one word. One word to describe the most sought after sensation in the world.  We say I love you to our family, to our pets, we say we love a certain food or that we understand the love of God or the Universe, we say I love you to our romantic partner.  There are so many different emotions that are used with one word in the English language.  It seems a bit limited when you really look at the intention of saying it and the interpretation of what we mean. 

In the Greek language the words for love are Agape. Eros, Philia, Storage, Philautia and  Xenia.

Eros – Romantic love

Philla – intimate, authentic friendship

Erotoropia – Playful or flirtatious love

Storage – familial love, unconditional

Philautia – compassionate self love

Pragma – committed love companionship

Agape – empathetic universal love

To me, multiple words for love makes more sense.  I would even say we need more words, more explanation as it seems one or two might be missing even from the Greek language.

I suspect we actually study love more than anything else on earth, more than we realize.  In fact, I would even go as far to say that it is our purpose, our divine purpose…the study of love.  That is not to say that our purpose is to find a lover, a sexual life partner but rather to understand and integrate the meaning of love itself.  The exploration is found in every corner of our existence. 

What is it that you feel when you wake up to see the most spectacular orange and red blazed skies in a sunrise that takes your breath away?  What is that feeling?  or when the moon is full on a clear summer night? What is that feeling when you see a a hummingbird suckling from a flower?  What is the feeling that arises from the sensation of beauty in its most pure form?  I suspect that is the greatest form of love. It’s the love you find at the core of everything at the core of every other type of love.  The sensation when you recognize beauty is as unfiltered a form of Love that one can find.

Where do you see love in your life, where can you create a sense of beauty?

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How do you want to feel?

How do you want to feel?

If there is one thing I have learned in life its that nothing remains the same….ever.  Everything is in a constant state of transformation.  We can choose to take charge of the process or let the process take charge of us.  I was 52 when I decided to learn how to ride a motorcycle.  The years leading up to that were some of the hardest years of my life and I needed a reprieve. The thought of riding a motorcycle I imagined a sense of freedom a sense of adventure and really tickled my free spirit nature.  I bought my first moto before I had a clue how to ride one.  I bought it from a guy in Tennessee and he delivered it all the way down to me in Asheville NC. After it was parked in the middle of my backyard, I just stared at it as if I needed it to somehow break the awkward silence for us. I walked around it a few times touching all the parts, all the bits and pieces having no clue what I was actually looking at, I was just getting to know it a little better.  It wasn’t more than about 15 min before I put on my helmet and decided to make a go of it.   I knew how to drive a stick shift car at that point which is a story in and of itself, so the idea of shifting wasn’t entirely foreign to me.  I figured out where the throttle was, the brake and clutch, then I hopped on.  I started off by just getting the bike to move forward and to stop it.  I moved maybe 2-3 feet at a time.  Once I got that down, I used a little gas.  I was just in my backyard so there wasn’t a whole lot of space, but enough to do what I was doing.  Eventually I started doing figure eights in first gear then stepped it up to move to second gear just doing the same figure eights over and over.  After a few days of figure eights on repeat I opened the gate in my backyard to try my new skills on the gravel road behind my house.  For a few more days I road back and forth up and down the alley getting up to third gear.  My biggest fear was going on the actual road…with actual moving cars.  I road around my neighborhood a few times but the neighborhood cats and kids playing in the street got a bit distracting.  I retreated back to the alley.  After I got the basic maneuvers down I felt I had accomplished something, but had no where near the sense of freedom I imagined.  The fear was enormous!  I knew that in order for me to have that sensation I longed for I had to figure out a way to overcome my fear without letting go of the very real fact that this wasn’t exactly a safe “sport”.  There are loads of very real risks.  I had all my gear, I had the basic knowledge of how to actually ride the bike, the only thing in my way to getting what I wanted, was me, was my fear.  

Most of us can relate to the feeling of getting into a swimming pool at the beginning of summer when the water is “so cold” that we squirm, complain, and sometimes call it quits only to go back to the warmth of the sun. Then sometimes we just make the decision to dive right in.  I was at that point where I just had to dive in.  So I put on all of my gear feeling a bit like a poser who didn’t belong, got on my bike , rode it out of my backyard gates, down the gravel road and onto the main street with all the traffic, all the crazy drivers and just rode.  I think I held my breath for the first 5 minutes and didn’t get out of second gear. But I did it, then I did it again the next day, then the next and almost everyday for the next month.  I began exploring the gravel roads around the area, then found some single track then started meeting other people who rode and just enjoyed learning a new “thing” so much that I became enamored.

A few months back I did a solo cross-country trip.  At one point, I may have been in South Dakota or Nebraska, I was going about 80 or 90 mph down this deserted back road and although I don’t remember where our paths met, I do remember noticing a train off in the distance. When the tracks and train were right next to me, parallel to the road, I got a little buzz of excitement.  I began to race to the front car 90 then a hundred then 110 just wanting to get ahead of it for no reason other than it seemed fun.  When I passed the front car the trains horn bellowed. A huge smile crossed my face and I laughed out loud. The sound of the train, my moto, the wind, and my thoughts all swirling around me were all echoing in the silence of my experience when I recognized that I found it.  I found that feeling I had hoped to experience.  Freedom and adventure all wrapped up in a free spirit. 

If you had to ask yourself one question today perhaps ask yourself how do you want to feel?

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