'Surviving means being born over and over'.
Like an understudy waiting for her big chance to strut the stage of our lives, survival disguises herself in various and often surprising roles. There's one perfectly suited for each of us. Our personal scenes are specifically rewritten so they can be performed on the pulse point of our vulnerability, that delicate membrane of ancient memory where emotionally, psychically, and spiritually, our soul is weakest. The scar tissue needs to be build up.
When you are living at a survival level, do not feel like you are a failure. This is simply the way you have chosen to learn many important lessons and experience the essence of who you are.
The silent hemorrhaging of the soul..
We bruise when we bleed within. One of the more horrific ways to die is through internal hemorrhaging, the uncontrollable bleeding buried in the body's cavity. What makes this particular exit route even more insidious is that internal hemorrhaging is most often painless to the victim. There are no visible clues signaling the tiny trickle that starts when a small blood vessel begins to leak until it's become a fatal flood. Self-loathing is the silent hemorrhaging of the soul. You don't feel or see the life force fleeing until it's no longer there, and then, of course, it's too late.
Loathing is grief that has festered; the rampant infection of self-pity.
You cannot begin the search for authenticity, you cannot embark on a spiritual path within, and not see it reflected on the outside. 'As is the inner, so is the outer'. Time well spent in meditation gives you more serenity and it shows on your face. Taking joy in life is a woman's best cosmetic. Learning to accept ourselves exactly as we are today gives us the motivation to move forward to the next step. With enlightenment and self-awareness, we can re-guide and realign our whole selves: our bodies, by finding new ways of moving and feeding; our souls, by connecting them to the earth and to each other.
'Something More, Excavating your Authentic Self'
Sarah Ban Breathnach
With Love and gratitude to my ancient small serpent.
Salam,
Cherine
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