3 years ago. Nearly to the date. A force perceived as separate from myself slaps me in the face to rise up and want more. More than weeping twenty-nine out of thirty days. The voice from within prompts, through a strung sequence of intuition: Why do I feel this way? Maybe it is me. Maybe I need to make a change. So as to be experienced fully, the gift comes in the form of a significant emotional event. By divine act of intervention, I hear myself — perhaps for the first time.
I begin connecting with Kirsten at TalkSpace. She asks, “what makes you feel good? Run screaming toward it.”
A distant waft of a memory of when I was so lit up and connected that my fingers felt tingly: Yoga!
Breathing. Meditation.Was it the therapy? No. – Is it the Yoga? No. – Is it the personal development I am committed to for maintaining personal responsibility for my physical, emotional, spiritual and mental health? No.It is knowing.
Thank you, sweet Carrie of 2018, for knowing.
