We all have a pain story. We all have a past where we have been hurt, dumped, and left broken-hearted. We think our story makes us unique. We believe that no one could fully understand our suffering.
As we enter into the new moon I have been contemplating letting go of my pain story. To no longer let my pain story define me now, and into the future.
I went to a new moon ceremony that included stories about goddesses, live music and asana practice.
We were led us through yoga asanas while the musicians chanted. We were told in this new moon we have an opportunity to transform our shadow into light, and to set our intention.
What is it that no longer serves you that you can now let go of?
What darkness would you like to release to the light of this new moon?
Do you ever find you look back and think how did I get here? I am 53 and just starting to pay attention to my body. Just starting to honour myself. Not putting everyone else first, and forgetting about myself. Including myself on the list of things to care for, rather than leaving myself out.
Yesterday I was on top of a 14,000 ft mountain in Colorado. I saw these beautiful mountain goats, way up high on the top of a pyramid of rocks looking down at us. I followed a 10-year-old boy up the rocks, trying to keep up with his nibble hopping from rock to rock. I asked the 10-year-old boy for his technique for climbing. He said “hold onto the rocks with your hands, and don’t put much weight on your feet”. What a difference that made, I climbed nimbly up the mountain and saw this mountain goat family at the top of the world. Just me and the boy. Everyone else was on the ground yelling cautions to us to “be safe”, or “watch out for the charging mother with her babies”.
Later that night before we fell asleep in each others arms, my husband asked me what was the highlight of my day? I said “being 53 and just starting to feel fit, and strong for the first time in my life”. I was proud I was able to climb by myself. I was nervous but I called on my ancestors, who have been climbing mountains for years. I could almost see my grandfather shaking his fist in the air as if to say “we shall overcome”!
Having been physically ill for 8 years, I am just starting to feel strong and somewhat healthy. I think this is partly because of a greater compassion for myself, and being more patient with myself, rather than punishing myself to change. As Dr. Barbara D’Angelis says “loving myself forward instead”.
In spite of my imperfection I am shinning even at this late stage in my life……
It’s not over till it’s over.
Have you slowed down enough to listen? Where can you slow down enough to make space for the silent whisper of your heart?
There is so much silence here in the mountains. On our daily hikes we have found secret meadows for a picnic, and spots where we can dip our feet into the cold mountain streams.
I have taken to meditating by the mountain stream. The rushing water creates a background of pink noise that you can zone out to. I imagine sending my energy and stress down to the earth and into the stream. I invite the pine tree energy and the cosmic sky above to flow universal energy in through the top of my head, and mingle with the earth energy. I can smell the pine trees, I can hear the running water. I am sitting on the moist earth after a night of rain. Running these two energies through my body clears out any “cobwebs” or stuck energy that I have picked up thought the day.
My two dogs sit beside me, drawn by the energy. What a privilege to be here in the mountains at this time, insulated from the chaos in the rest of the US.
You can always find stillness inside if you slow down enough to listen. I would love to hear what is your place that allows you to get to still inside?
After surviving the winter as a new immigrant. Spring came then Summer, along with my work permit and my SSN. All of a sudden I could open a bank account, get a driver’s license and access to money.
Finally I am here. I shipped all of my sentimental belongings to Rick my new husband as “gifts” through UPS. I have no belongings left in Canada. No longer straddling two countries I finally feel like I have landed here.
I think back to my parents who emigrated to Canada from England at 42 with 3 kids. I remember my mother saying “it takes a year to stop hating a new country”. I thought she was ridiculous at the time. Perhaps she was right. I am two months away from my one year mark, and I am just finally settling in, realising I live here and that I am yes married.
We have taken to hiking in the mountains first thing in the morning. At 2pm each day it rains for an hour and clears up in time for happy hour. The climate is perfection, 75 degrees and with a soft wind. Perfect for hiking into the mountain woods with our curious Husky and our little Eskimo/Papillon dog.
For a ski town, the tourists don’t stop in the summer. Farmers markets, craft shows, food and wine shows, paddleboards, tumble bubble,s and multiple hikes make this a summer play land.
I am starting to love hiking. In my past I never had the fitness, or energy to hike the trails. I have met many women on the trails with injuries who told me they are “trying to get their power back”. Perhaps that is what I am doing in these mountains, learning to get my power back. In the trauma of sudden loss I forgot who I was, each step I take I start to reclaim my energy, reclaim my joy, and reclaim my power.
Today we drove to Silverthorne and went to look at BBQ’s for our mountain home. Standing kissing in the seasonal section I said out loud “I feel so married”. I ment this in a good way. Here we were buying house hold items together. We had moved passed the dating, to the going steady, to domestic bliss. How did that happen so fast? We also looked at deck chairs. At first my fiance pulled out plastic Adirondack chairs. I had to disclose that I hate plastic chairs as they always look cheap and dirty. We settled on woven outdoor wide chairs and a side table. We even bought potting soil!
Those of you who are in longterm relationships are used to this. For me it has been a long long long time of being single and buying furniture for one. Now we are a family with our two dogs. I had a mixed feeling of bliss, excitement and relief!
It finally hit me, I was no longer alone, no longer solely responsible, we can share in everything and we can accomplish more together.
On our way back to Breckenridge with our SUV full, we stopped for a romantic walk by Lake Dillon. The ice melting in the 60 degree sunlight-8,000 ft in the mountains we walked along the beach, stopping to kiss. I love this area in Spring, a time of hope, a time of renewal, a time of new beginnings.