I recently married myself.
Weird? Yeah. Kinda. But not so much.
You see a great deal of my life I've SACRIFICED parts of my Self (my body, my voice, my needs, my happiness for ------ you name it drugs, love, peace, no conflict, approval, attention...).
6 weeks ago, or so, I attended a profound healing retreat with tribe sisters and my shamanic teacher (see more about that here). I re-dedicated myself my path- only deeper, truer and real-er than ever.
It felt good.
Then time passed.
Distance and real life integration began.
Suck appeared. Sucky suck suck.
And then after a few days of being frozen and frustrated I remember all I needed to do was simply ask for help. So I did. I remembered that I had made a commitment to myself and the world.
I lit a candle. Said a prayer. Made an offering. Asked for help.
Relief flooded in.
Resistance is part of the real work.
Resistance is a sign were getting somewhere good, at least that's what Seth Godin tells me.
You know what? I believe him.
I'll take my resistance and revel in.
I'll pray and immerse myself in ritual. And I'll keep putting one foot in front of the other. I'm in the process of re-branding around here, gradually finding my way to embodying my whole Self and the work I do in the flesh, online.
Spiritual Momma c'est fini!