Healing: A Lifetime Ordeal

I don’t have a program to sell you. And I won’t begin to tell you that I know all the answers, because quite frankly, I’m turned off immediately by those types. We’re all different and what works for one person, may not work for another. What one has access to, another may not, and so on…

I do however have a few things I can tell you about healing trauma and it’s this:

It Takes a Lifetime to Transcend It because there will always be another layer. We may have healed our childhood wounding, but we are now on to our own lifestyle choices and ways of being in this world that need to be unlearned, forgiven and worked out of our bodies. We may feel healed for years, but then… life happens. They’re called triggers. And because our world is narcissistic in nature, there will always be those. But, we must walk our talk. I know sometimes it feels as if there are not enough hours in the day to get done all that we need to take care of, but just vow to get back to the deeper issues and do the work. I promise you, it’s worth it. You will get through it by making the next best decision you can make at the time. So take a few deep, cleansing breaths and be at peace with the fact that nothing in nature hurries and everything gets done when it’s supposed to.

— That’s it.

Meditate.
Go searching for the gold that is your life.
Walk your path with your head held up high.
Eat the rainbow.
Eat mostly at home.
Make beautiful things and give them away
Sweat out those toxins!
See beauty everywhere. These are bubbles at the car wash! Pretty!
Get your Vitamin D in it’s purest form. Sunshine!
Play!
And play some more
Chill with your best homie. P.S. -These pajama pants are 11 years old!
Buy yourself the funny socks! Yes, I bought these! POW! POW! POW!
Get massaged, frequently. Yes, I have my own table, that’s how often I require one. I taught my husband everything he knows from my time in massage school.
Buy yourself flowers.
Take pictures of the moon. Moonbathe naked. (Sorry, can’t show you that.;)
Make your own space to create. Just create: paint, sew, write, become.
Take cool photos and find balance in all things.
Remember your roots and rise above your raising.
Consult the cards, Universe and angels for guidance.
Pray. (These are my kitty’s feet. Precious!)
Make friends with dragonflies. They carry your wishes off to the angels. —He was so cooperative and remained perfectly still as I got ever so close. —Smile!
Feel the energy of healing crystals.
Light a candle, have a bit of wine and soak in Epsom salts. If you’re trying to raise your vibration after working trauma out of your body, skip the wine. Alcohol lowers our vibration.
Forgive yourself. Protect yourself from negative energies with a black tormeline ring.
Buy other artist’s work. An artist friend made this for me. It’s me reading my book with my kitty by my side! Cuuute!
Meet up with friends from the past and talk about how old you both are now. Then get busy doing what you want to with the rest of your life. Times a wastin’!
Look to the sky for answers and help. Are you there, God? It’s me, Robin?
Reflect.
Be the Light.
Seek solutions from within your own body. It’s talking to you if you take the time to listen.
Make your own super hero. (Yes, we still need them!) We may have to put down the armor, but a girl still needs a good utility belt, power bands and shit-kickin’ boots!
Don’t just walk the path, notice it.
When you can’t adult anymore. Have margarita. You deserve it! —Learn to accept love and care from others when they give it.
Trust that you will find whatever it is you need, at just the right time.

Now, repeat.

If you need me, I’ll be in my cloffice organizing, writing, processing, and praying that I get memoir number two done sometime next year. I’ll be the one with eleven year old pajama pants on that have holes in the knee. And, I’ll be wearing my mother fucking girl power socks too. They make me smile. Then giggle. Then full-on belly laugh. If that isn’t healing, I don’t know what healing is…

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