It came swiftly. In one stabbing swoop, then another. And then all at once, clenching. An old wound, hit hard…. with pain.
Fear swept in and took me on an excursion. Fear and I visited hospital rooms and doctors. Hard core meds were prescribed with no diagnosis.
When there is no outer cure, deeper inward we must go.
As I sat in waiting rooms, my wise woman spoke quietly… very very quietly.
It’s not appendicitis.
You don’t need pain medication.
Reach out to the healers.
Ask and you will find the right ones.
I did. They appeared. Like Angels dropping from the sky…
A digestive healer helped with the pain.
An acupuncturist helped with the stress.
A sister and flower essence specialist helped link it all back to the emotional root. And added that in her experience the physical symptoms are the last to show up; meaning your intuition will tell you what’s up, but if you ignore or just keep it moving, eventually your body will cry out.
As I take this journey and go deeper with my own healing, there is space for reflection.
Here’s the question…..
What really supports me?
And underneath that….
What nourishes my roots so I can go out and give?
What waters my soul so I can feel connected to the divine within?
What loves me up so I am full of confident badassery + bold action steps?
TRUTH: I need– like must, must, must have– these components in my world: