Frozen, Thawing, Broken Open

When a winter blast the first week of spring blew in, Ben found our Crown of Thorns plant on our front porch the next morning feeling rather frozen.

Darn.

Wish we’d pulled it in overnight, but we didn’t anticipate the low temperatures.

It’s inside now, and we so hope it can recover from the tundra’s effects.

This wounded plant in our family room reminds me of my client’s comments yesterday and of my own journey watching my heart thaw over time.

The dear soul I’ll call Ann mentioned that though she’s released lots of trapped emotions, she discovered she has a third heart wall overflowing with more.

A third heart wall to heal?

She can’t believe it.

Who’s heard of this?

Ann ironically received certification in releasing trapped emotions last week, so healing this personal treasure will speak volumes in her future work with clients as they release what’s buried inside.

When the Oklahoma bombings happened, I couldn’t feel pain or sadness about it, and I knew I needed to look inside.

Something wasn’t right with me.

My heart was in a vise or something.

I started to write, joined a poetry group, and entered the path to healing into myself.

Those first years were slow going, but it’s the only way my highly sensitive system could handle it.

Earlier, I’d tried going to therapy, and I simply cried too much to feel it would be the modality for me.  I couldn’t wait to leave those pain-riddled sessions.

Over the years, I was aware I had some odd pains around my heart, but I didn’t talk with anyone about them.

I was pretty sure they weren’t serious.

The years went on.

My husband and I moved to the mountains of western North Carolina from northeastern Ohio, and a year later our marriage ended.

Grief.

A broken heart, likely cracked open…probably in a beneficial way…what needed to happen for me to begin living a deeper, more meaningful life.

On I traveled down a healing road, where I slipped on a muddy root in the forest, which sent me into the land of bodywork.

Discomfort.  Chiropractic.  Massage.  Pilates.

And one day in a massage, I felt this tremendous pain and a release of some kind in the area of my heart.

Another day in Pilates, a similar thing occurred.

It felt as if the cage of my heart had been broken open.

At the same time, I recalled that an astrologer years before told me I may have been killed by a knife to my heart in an earlier incarnation.

Wow.

I do believe this isn’t my first time here, or my last.  I believe I’m a spiritual being having a physical experience, and that each lifetime I’ve been here to touch others and to be touched, to grow into more of who I am, and to embrace the understanding that we’re all connected, that separation is an illusion it’s time to heal.

Yes!

Separation is an illusion.

I am in the frozen Crown of Thorns, and the frozen Crown of Thorns is in me.

My healed and wounded heart is in you, and your healed and wounded heart is in me.

We’re all on a journey to heal into the highest version of ourselves!

 

If you’d like a guide on your way to becoming your best self, contact me for a complimentary call to see if we’re a good fit.  I love walking beside clients as they blossom!