Limbo

Just when I thought winter was over and spring was around the corner, as I was turning in last night it began to snow. It’s the time of year here in the Pacific Northwest when we’ve had unseasonably warm weather in the fifties and sixties that came early, or as in the case last year, when February was a month of snow after snow, abruptly melting when the temps warmed in early March. We’re in for a cold week of overnight temps in the teens and low twenties. So last night’s wet snow that’s turned quite crusty may be with us through the week.

As much as I love snow and cold, crisp weather, I’m ready for milder temps and the change of seasons. This time of year can be a weird limbo of no longer winter but not yet spring.

It’s matched my state of being. A limbo between who I was before Kundalini energy opened in me almost five years ago, and who I’m becoming.

Going through a spiritual awakening a decade ago was a time of learning, exploration, and healing. It was a time when how I felt about myself and the world gradually changed, leaving me looking through eyes of understanding and compassion. I was more understanding and patient with everyone and everything, including my family. They reaped the benefits.

Even though there were a few rough patches in life, as everyone has, I was able to navigate them pretty well.

Since I jumped on the carnival ride of Kundalini awakening, life’s felt overwhelmingly heavy and tough. But the years prior gave me tools to handle it. Walking the walk has been an incredible metaphysical journey while getting a lesson of a lifetime in pain and suffering.

Fortunately, the pinnacle of the shit the most difficult times is behind me.

A recent healing session left me more embodied with Oneness than ever before, as the message that ‘I am every one and I am every thing’ was dumped into my body and mind. Whatever had been keeping this from me dissolved as the gnosis came to me. It felt like remembering something I already knew.

When I was on the healing table soaking this in, it seemed both impossible and ridiculous to know I’m every one and every thing (separating those words on purpose) while knowing I’m a single, unique person. An individual. Yet it’s my truth. I’m all of that.

What surprised me even more than this epiphany was when tears of release soon gave way to giggles and then laughter. Laughter that rolled on and on. (I haven’t had a healing session end in laughter in a long time).

After an almost year-and-a-half hiatus, I’ll be working with a beautiful spiritual hypnotherapist and counselor again who helped me through all of 2019 and a large part of 2020, and I can’t wait. Our sessions together are always magical and we never know what will come up to be healed.

Looking forward to the end of limbo so I can take the reins of life again, each healing session is walking me one step closer.

About mariner2mother

I'm a mother of a creative 19 year old son, a former merchant ship's deck officer, and a wife. To feed my creative side I take photos. I am also Reiki attuned and am a student of Energy Healing, having used several healing modalities to work on myself and my family. My most recent adventure has me navigating a very challenging Kundalini Awakening.
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4 Responses to Limbo

  1. It is a beautiful journey, and the surprises never end. And for me I’m still learning to get out of my own way…but those doorways have purpose too. Great post dear lady, I hope the sessions open a few more doors for you πŸ˜€ ❀️ πŸ™πŸ½ πŸ¦‹

  2. Lisa Orchard says:

    I’m so glad you’re having this healing journey. It is hard work but you’ll come out all the better for it. πŸ™‚

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