Trusting the world with my words has certainly been a leap of faith. Even though I continue to receive positive feedback from blogging, I still find myself worrying about the receptivity of my audience. When I need to get something off my chest and I am not yet courageous enough to blog about it, I journal. Journaling is a recommendation that I make to almost every client I consult with; it is the safest and most private way to express our inner most experience.
There are two reasons that we as women would choose to continue to use products daily on our bodies that are toxic, firstly we don’t know they are, secondly we are vain enough that the first priority is beauty rather than health. Likely, it may be a combination of both of these; we may know that the preservatives often found in our beauty products (sulfates, parabens, and phthalates) are unhealthy but not understand the extent and we may prefer the results from the harmful products more than natural ones.
Yesterday, on Valentine's Day, I witnessed a broken heart. Not one that had been bruised or bumped. Not a heart that had been hurt and then since healed. A heart, still freshly shattered from years and years of disappointment, neglect, shame, isolation, rejection, and distrust. If we also have had our heart broken, when we observe the same in others it is impossible not to experience pain.
Living in large cities over the past many years allowed me to forget that rural racism is alive and well. Yesterday while interacting with a group of rural folks, they made several blatantly racist remarks. I was quite literally, in shock. I have not heard language like that in years. That is not to say that in larger cities there is no racism, but it is different. Since moving away from small towns, I have not been exposed to a group of people expressing their group racism so purely without fear.
Returning a watch to the jeweler for repairs, I met a woman today, the jeweler's wife. Instantly, we clicked. While we smiled and chuckled, her eye contact put me at ease, I found myself sharing details of my present moment that I normally would not on meeting a stranger. There was a palpable energy, as I left we smiled at one another and I noticed a fleeting thought, I was struck by the dynamic between us, it was like we had known each other before.
In gratitude, I have had the opportunity to work with many clients that are recovering from, dependent on, or struggling with drug addiction. Many of these client have been heroic in their determination and commitment to recovery. In none of these situations have I experienced a client who wanted to become addicted. Of course, we know this already. By nature, one of the largest challenges of drug addiction is that it dampens our ability to avoid unhealthy, destructive, and sometimes deadly choices.
It can be challenging to shift gears. Leaving work at work each night, letting family problems stay at home, moving from work week to weekend, kids to colleagues, awake to rest. If we step back, we find that our day is filled with transitions. The success we have in compartmentalizing thoughts and feelings from a space we just transitioned from can dictate our stress level in a current space.