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Healing happens sometimes unexpectedly. Other times it requires a lot of purging, digging and yuckiness.
It is painful. And who wants that?
It’s emotional. It’s physical. And it’s spiritual. All of it combined with our programming, personality, beliefs and perception. Everything comes up and we don’t know what is real and how we proceed.
But what’s the alternative?
To sit in denial? Or with guilt? Every so often dive into shame and grief?
We don’t know until we release. We don’t feel freedom until we let go. We don’t begin to truly heal until we forgive.
That forgiveness is not for another. That forgiveness is for you.
You will begin to recognize years, or a lifetime, of self-sabotage and repression being lifted. We are our worst enemy at times.
How can we help one another? By sharing. By being authentic and vulnerable. Together we can rewrite and heal old wounds. You don’t have to do it alone if you don’t want to. It’s okay…that’s why we are friends.
But I would love the chance to sit in sacredness with you and allow you to truly let go. If you are interested in a session please go to the link below.
I love you.
I had the wonderful pleasure to speak with April Novoa on The Everything Considered Podcast.
I am feeling so much better. Energies back to normal! This was recorded last week. Amazing what a week does!!!
Sending love to all… Millie America
(Google image since I could not take a picture of the man.)
This morning on my way to take the kids to camp, I watched a young man, half-naked, on the side of the interstate yelling at the trees and sky. It was right before 7AM. My windows were down and as I passed him I heard, “F*cK You!” as his fists were pointing upward.
I had this sensation of stopping, but I had the kids. And I am not part of this man’s story. A piece of me marveled at the ability to shout out to the Heavens, that raw vulnerability (even if he was strung out on something) to say exactly what he was feeling.
Most of us don’t.
We bury the pain or the anger. We bulldoze over it. We expect things will change and get angry when they don’t. We demand, beg, plead and complain about it.
Whenever I’ve had enough, I climb the tallest mountain around here early enough not to bump into anyone. When I get to the top, I sit on the largest boulder. The cows on that field surround me. Then I yell to the top of my lungs. I don’t stop till I feel the energy move through me. I sit for a bit. I may cry. I may write. I may just close my eyes and allow the sensations of nature embody me. I become still, smelling the earth, tasting the wind, hearing my heart beat.
I watched this man today and recognized it is time for another trip up the mountain. Those releases are powerful. I had a special pillow for one of my children when she was small so that she could hit it and yell. It was just a way for her to stabilize her little emotional body. Sometimes it was exactly what she needed. Other times it made it worst. We always found a happy medium.
This man needed this today. He had enough (or not enough). Who knows!
Today, allow yourself to feel what needs to move through you. Lock yourself in the car and yell. Scream in a pillow. Allow the energy to move through you and don’t filter it, avoid it, or reject it. Our bodies are transitioning with all the collective madness. If you can’t give yourself permission to let it out, your physical body begins to absorb it all in toxic ways. Self-care is also about releasing the things that haunt you.
I love you! Go love yourself as well!
We are a funny race! We only seem to grow through shit. We expand and push ourselves when we have learned some powerful crappy lessons. We are wild flowers being pushed from the toxic waste into the light. You aren’t alone on this journey. I have been in the pits of toxicity for a while. We are blossoming from all the past challenges that got us there. Let’s shine! This shi(f)t is needed in order to raise the frequency of this planet.
Mucho love to you…Millie
Many years ago I was at a yoga studio in the back of the room when a massive release of tears flooded my mat. This has left me a bit traumatized about doing yoga in front of others. That day the tears weren’t as bad as the paralyzing loud sobs. No one flinched. No one judged but I punished myself for it for days.
A few days ago I did yoga with these ladies in the morning. There was an expansion and I felt myself cracking open to that release. After a few tears I stopped it. I recognize that yoga, to me, is personal. I do the practice in the privacy of my home that allows me to feel safe.
Every morning this week in Mexico I witness these courageous women in their practice while I sit and meditate. I hold space for myself and them through love.
Yoga isn’t the exercises as much as the mindfulness of presence (for me). Each movement becomes an opportunity to let go, visit, and become.
This morning there is Indian music playing, I lit incense around the sacred space where the women are practicing. My go-to healing is writing. This is my yoga.
There is zero judgment here this week. There is only being. There is release. There is love. There has been major transformational moments that I will never forget. As the days pass, and I prepare for my re-emerging into my life, I feel the grace of the healing spirit. I am forever grateful for the divine feminine staring back from fifteen women.
I am heartbroken as many of you are as well. The more I think about these senseless shootings, the angrier and detached I feel about humanity. And, I love humanity. I believe we have incredible potentials to become a collective full of love. But… something like this shatters my beliefs.
I can’t wrap my head around these mass shootings and how the government, with all it’s bureaucracy and laws about other things, doesn’t fix this. And, I am not here to argue about rights to bear arms. This is not the Wild West. This is supposed to be a civilized country protecting its citizens.
I cannot begin to imagine the loss and grief for these families. An elementary school is supposed to be a place of innocence where children begin the journey of friendships and connections. They look forward to going each day. What are we teaching them about safety and security at these young ages?
We need to change the laws in this country when it comes to its people. I sit here tonight listening to the sounds of my two little ones and wondering how these parents will navigate these losses. I can’t even imagine!
Sending out prayers doesn’t seem to be enough. Holding vigilance and sacred space doesn’t feel like the answer. At least not for me right now.
I have been afraid of guns since I was a child. It isn’t the guns, but the power man has when utilizing them. Changes need to happen NOW. How many more adults and children need to pay for this insanity?
I dream of a world that heals and protects each other. Tonight I am desperately trying to make sense of it all!