“The ears may never hear, but the soul knows. Learning to listen to your inner voice”
Whatever the healing looks like, or what we are trying to heal from. It is a journey. An opportunity to be honest with ourselves.
That anger that is bubbling deep within from a disrespect we told ourselves that was ok, that the other person doesn’t mean it.
The betrayal in any form of relationship where you felt invisible; taken for granted, and you told yourself that, the other person just doesn’t know how to show appreciation for your effort.
Whatever it is that we down play and deny, sweep it under the rug and pretend its existence was not real. These sorts of things chip away at our spirit for future hope, joy and the ability to trust.
These things start small. Seemingly insignificant.
A “joke” that was a cheap take at public humiliation, where you sat there quietly taking it all in, because – you didn’t want to look like the person who couldn’t take a joke. But late at night, when the world is still, that scenario replays in your head and you feel anger rising, and secretly, you wish for revenge, but your moral compass wouldn’t allow for such thoughts, and so … you try to push it to the back of your mind, wishing for it to never return.
That is – unhealed wounds.
And … things that go unaddressed become ghosts. And ghosts do not die, they just come back to haunt us.
What is worthwhile is always difficult, because it requires a certain level of accountability. For authenticity is what connects us to our intuition, and fosters healing.
And …
When we learn to shift our gaze from the pain; try to understand the lessons it is trying to teach us about ourselves, acceptance becomes a little easier. And when we can be honest with ourselves, we can also be kinder to ourselves.
Everything starts from within. It starts with honesty.
A ruminating Heart 