Healing, Rest & Spaciousness

Last night, after I wrote in my journal and had turned off the light, I thought about all my cloudy feelings of that day and how they might be much older than I am. It sometimes feels like these feelings are ancient and might be part of my lineage for a long time. I think I have heard before that trauma can be passed down through generations.

So, I took all those feelings and invited them to gather in the bosom* of my inner light. A place that is full of warmth and love and kindness, a space where I can just hold them and offer them rest. (Having learned that my inner being is separate to whatever I’m feeling has been a game changer ever since.)

It felt really nice – healing and comforting. Instead of having to run away or clog down or feel diminished, I was able to extend gratitude, kindness and compassion.

I hope to be able to stop that trauma, let it find rest and go forward with spaciousness and love and peace and more inner freedom.

From my light to yours.

* Bosom can also mean: a person's chest when it is thought of as the place where secret thoughts and feelings are kept.