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Day#2 Writing Myself Whole: As I Let Go

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This time last year, I was dealing with so much loss. Life was slowly eating away at me. I told myself if I was to survive, I would need to make mental- changes. For me, that’s getting back to the basics. And dragging my kids along for the ride. Hoping they’d be better too.

 There’s still much work to be done. A few days ago, I was sitting in a meditative state. When  I heard a whisper  “there’s nothing eating you.” As I opened my eyes, I looked around, no one’s in the room. That’s when I knew the changes I’m making are bringing in this new way of being. As I let go of old habits, becoming more aware of unwanted cycles. Embracing what is, the things I can’t change. Releasing old ideas that no longer serve me. I give myself permission to relax, I give myself permission, that it’s okay to feel everything, and it’s okay to let everything be as it is.  As I now, let go. I give myself permission to let the light carry me.    

Some things are changing…

All of my past eczema, itchiness has cleared up. I’m not as restless as I used to be, my A -personality type can finally relax. Woo-sah!

Here’s My list of six things that’s working for me: 

* keeping an email journal by writing an email to me (no more excuses of not keeping a journal)

* pause before each next thing taking three to five breaths in the car, in the kitchen, etc.

* playing the old inspirational- spirituals brought my soul back from a dark place

* stay on a clean eating path – for me no sugar, no coffee, no junk,

* family time, and time for myself – that includes healing movements 

* And trading in my yelling for a few Woo-sah, throughout the day (parents’ you understand)

Taking in that first catch of rays on the rise.

 A  glimpse of gratitude of surprise, 

Yes it’s true! 

my eyes, behold such a splendor,

entire skies, kiss night away 

a drink of  drinks’ bluish -of holy taste.

A  bow to my head to honor this day,

lifting the moral burdens of those –

suffering, I pray. 

may it be so, a life so full, 

pouring out its’ own release

may it be so,

rolling- waves of miracles to those in need 

warm arms of comfort,

fields of love and safety  

surround us all 

may it be so,

may it be so,

Poet Krissy Mosley