For a while, my life was what I've now learned is normal, or should be normal. It was calm, with time to meditate and exercise in the morning. Everything felt within balance, and I had a clear mind.
This past year has been insane with changes, and I've felt knocked off my balance. It made me remember what life used to be like in the old pattern of stress, stress, stress, go, go, go. Today I got a killer migraine, something that's very rare for me. I think it's my second I've ever had in my life. I literally felt "TMI" too much information surging through my head, an awful congestion of energy that felt like my skull would pop off like a firework at any minute.
Thank God for these homeopathic tablets that put an end to that.
It got me thinking, I learned that life doesn't have to be that way, and I've got tools to chill out and re-balance, but there are millions of people in the world who think that having constant migraines and feeling completely overwhelmed is normal. There's this whole culture out there who believe this is just the way life is, and you "puke out the stress, and the pain goes away" as a medical assistant told me today.
Is this a philosophy to live by? Puking out stress is just as routine as putting gas in the car?
I'm re-building a life right now, so I'm a busy bird. The sensitivities I have are great for healing, but when it comes to things like a move and boxes and crap everywhere, or things majorly out of order, stuff like that, my whole system goes on meltdown after a boiling point of tolerance is reached. I've found myself in tears a few times, and even screamed in the car today. But I don't think I'm the first person in L.A. traffic to do that.
I know the stress has got to get out, so I let it come out. If people are walking around with this amount of busy energy in their heads, and no time to rest or be in quiet time, no wonder they're having a hard time hearing their angels or listening to their intuition. No wonder people feel blocked or have aches or pains. No wonder they feel so miserable and depressed. If I thought this was all life was about, constant stress and no time for play or self-care, or to connect to the divine, I'd be first on line for a Prozac IV!
Stress is deafening. It's numbing. It imprisons the soul and creates the illusion that there's no time, you have to do this or that or it won't get done. Everything will fall apart unless you....
Stop.
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