This week I am looking at the light and dark in my life. Through ritual, through ceremony, through workshops and experience. I listened to all the voices in my head. The ones that tell me I’m okay and the ones that tell me I am not.
I took the time to really listen to the scripts that run on a constant loop. Many went something like;
what makes you think you’re so special
you’ll never be good enough
you aren’t worthy
In my rational mind I say I don’t really believe them. Yet still, when I listened, they were running in the background like some pop radio smash hits from my youth that keep getting played on the greatest hits station of my shadow self.
So familiar, so comfortable and well worn that I didn’t even pay attention to the lyrics anymore and just sang along.
Dropping deeply into listening, really listening, it started to sound differently. At first it was unbearably uncomfortable. The words...