Sacred Journey Inward

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Listening

Sitting in the doctor’s office today waiting on a referral to see a therapist I am reading Mark Nepo’s new book Seven Thousand Ways to Listen.  I put it down.  I hate this feeling of vulnerability, the past colliding after a year with the present.  The holidays aren’t helping, and every moment I feel poked, dug into deeply with sadness.  For someone who is usually pretty happy this feels foreign and almost ridiculous in nature.  The melancholy doesn’t happen all the time, just when I least expect it, when I can’t control the emotions as I clean the bathroom, mop the floors, take the trash out.  As I stop and breathe and continue on the paragraph the words stop me again and I begin to listen attentively:“With each small cry, it feels less a release and more like an irrepressible, unfiltered tenderness at being fully here.  The more of these moments I experience, the less a problem it seems.  For isn’t this what I’ve been after: to be this close to life, to be pricked below the surface of things? Now I wonder: isn’t anything that keeps us this close to life a gift? Now I want to learn the art of puncturing whatever grows in the way in order to feel that moment where everything touches everything else.  I’m coming to see that keeping what is true before us reminds us that there was never a better time than now.”And, just like that the listening becomes too much for the sanitized and sterile room.  I smell the walls of disease, hurt, brokenness.  I feel the energy from the clinic engulf me.  I stop everything inside and begin to write on my phone: I listen to the silenceshortly overpowered bythoughts. It stops.The quietude of nothingnessgets distorted. I stop.I swallow in the memoriesthat prickle and pain me.The chaos of it stops mefrom continuingthe serene path of joy.I pause, not erasing it allor stopping the forcesbut allowing the tearsto trickle gently down…and out.Each one takes a little sufferingand then it all stops.I can breathe again. It hurtsno more,no less,not anything. I am back to mewith a wet smile on my faceand the honoring and gratitudefrom my spiritthat this too shall passonce and foreverwhen I stop holdingbetrayal-- even while forgiving;self-criticism-- even with the lessons;and grant the gift of unconditional lovefor mefor once…for all.*************************Just like that I was able to get through the morning.  It is never easy to admit that things need to be discussed, realigned and released with the help of a professional.  I am great at thinking I’ve dealt with the issues and quickly moving on to the next one.  After a year I realized I’ve just camouflaged them with beautiful ornamental masks.  It is good to finally be proactive and hopefully make amends with the holidays and those who tarnished them.  May you find yourself listening attentively to your inner voice and follow it!