Hey beauty! Your weekly recounting went so well with my coffee in the sunshine! Your sofa pic is hilarious. ;)
On the art of receiving....I want to share a story that came to mind as I read it.
One day, when Chris and I were first dating, we were walking along the sidewalk together and I was carrying a couple of bags. Naturally, he offered to carry them for me. It wasn't because they were heavy and burdensome- it was simply because it's considerate and courteous. Also it's a deeply embedded masculine desire to be useful.
Me being who I was back then- independent and verrrrry self-sufficient- refused his offer.
"No, I'm good, I got it" I said.
Throughout our 10 year relationship, Chris would refer back to this moment in time, where I blocked my reception of his offer. It made a mark on us both. It showed us where I was blocked and where I needed to grow, to overcome an old way of being that no longer served me.
Over time, I started to see that for so long I had been living out of balance- I was more in my masculine than my feminine. When women get hurt, we tend to calcify a boundary around our hearts to avoid being hurt again. We close up and protect. We block the flow. We harden our hearts. And we greatly suffer for it. Every flower needs to bloom to fulfill it's true destiny, to be what it truly is.
I am now better balanced, in having rediscovered how to be soft, to flow, to allow and receive, to radiate from my feminine heart and let my love flow outward.....while maintaining a healthy boundary of discernment. Now I say yes to someone offering to carry my bag- not because I can't carry it myself- but because I, like you, am learning how to gracefully receive the care and attention that comes our way. Sending you so much love, sister!! ❤️
Can I share this? It is so lovely and I appreciate the story so much. I am glad you enjoyed my post this week…I finished it at midnight on Wednesday. Sometimes I keep working the clay until time is up 🤔😉. Ahhhh. This is an ongoing process for me when it comes to receiving. First: I am discerning when I am with healthy masculine energy and when it is missing. I don’t mean this in a judgemental way. More that I feel noticing the energy I am working with is helpful to me and also helps me discern what I really want to receive and when it is there and when it isn’t. It’s good to notice that. (I have two stories from yesterday about this and it feels almost more of a post than a comment…but I will try to be brief—OMG do I need help with that). A friend let me ride to the city with him. There was a truck. The middle seat, the seat I was invited to sit in, had no seat belt. I was worried. His seat, by the window, did. But he didn’t want to use it. Nor was he willing to change seats with me. The driver tried hard to find a seat belt (he had the bag carrying awareness and energy). But there was no seat belt. I made a decision. I decided I felt I would arrive safely. Then I texted my friend that I would catch an Uber back as I wanted a seat belt. The end of this story is that he still offered to pick me up and that he planned to ride in the back with his new motorcycle so I could have the seat belt. I said Ok. Then, he was told by the driver it wasn’t allowed…But he did honor my boundary and sat in the middle heading back where he told the driver how to drive. On the way up the hill he told me I SHOULD practice my Spanish more). I consider all that a gift and a practice opportunity for me to see people with compassion, not take things personally, and trust myself. Second story: the reason I am in the city is to see Dr. Louis for my second day of weight training. I insist on videos as his directions are great and more than I know I will remember. He tells me I can find great videos on YouTube. I tell him he teaches better than he knows and I want a recording of what he is telling and showing me. I leave happily with many videos and notes I have made to myself. Later I look at one of the videos. Oh my gosh, I looked so much better than I thought. I was so focused on learning. He reminded me in a text he had told me I was a natural. At the time, I didn’t even conceive he was serious. I just assumed he was being nice and encouraging me (which I appreciate…Dr. Louis seems to embody a lot of very healthy masculine energy). But he meant it. All this is still a process for me. Your story helps. I will remember it. Thank you ❤️.
Yes, feel free to share my comment! It's still a process for me too....we are all becoming butterflies! The magic of our sharing our stories is that they help each other reflect and grow. I just love that so much!! ❤️
the photo of the sofa legs… 😭😂
Glad you enjoyed the humor of that moment. The photo couldn’t do it justice.
Great hike to Grandmother! Even angels get frazzled! Glad you got that sofa up and going. Yes to the energy of experience. Bless you Terra! 🙏❤️
Ha ha! Thanks Jamie!
Hey beauty! Your weekly recounting went so well with my coffee in the sunshine! Your sofa pic is hilarious. ;)
On the art of receiving....I want to share a story that came to mind as I read it.
One day, when Chris and I were first dating, we were walking along the sidewalk together and I was carrying a couple of bags. Naturally, he offered to carry them for me. It wasn't because they were heavy and burdensome- it was simply because it's considerate and courteous. Also it's a deeply embedded masculine desire to be useful.
Me being who I was back then- independent and verrrrry self-sufficient- refused his offer.
"No, I'm good, I got it" I said.
Throughout our 10 year relationship, Chris would refer back to this moment in time, where I blocked my reception of his offer. It made a mark on us both. It showed us where I was blocked and where I needed to grow, to overcome an old way of being that no longer served me.
Over time, I started to see that for so long I had been living out of balance- I was more in my masculine than my feminine. When women get hurt, we tend to calcify a boundary around our hearts to avoid being hurt again. We close up and protect. We block the flow. We harden our hearts. And we greatly suffer for it. Every flower needs to bloom to fulfill it's true destiny, to be what it truly is.
I am now better balanced, in having rediscovered how to be soft, to flow, to allow and receive, to radiate from my feminine heart and let my love flow outward.....while maintaining a healthy boundary of discernment. Now I say yes to someone offering to carry my bag- not because I can't carry it myself- but because I, like you, am learning how to gracefully receive the care and attention that comes our way. Sending you so much love, sister!! ❤️
Can I share this? It is so lovely and I appreciate the story so much. I am glad you enjoyed my post this week…I finished it at midnight on Wednesday. Sometimes I keep working the clay until time is up 🤔😉. Ahhhh. This is an ongoing process for me when it comes to receiving. First: I am discerning when I am with healthy masculine energy and when it is missing. I don’t mean this in a judgemental way. More that I feel noticing the energy I am working with is helpful to me and also helps me discern what I really want to receive and when it is there and when it isn’t. It’s good to notice that. (I have two stories from yesterday about this and it feels almost more of a post than a comment…but I will try to be brief—OMG do I need help with that). A friend let me ride to the city with him. There was a truck. The middle seat, the seat I was invited to sit in, had no seat belt. I was worried. His seat, by the window, did. But he didn’t want to use it. Nor was he willing to change seats with me. The driver tried hard to find a seat belt (he had the bag carrying awareness and energy). But there was no seat belt. I made a decision. I decided I felt I would arrive safely. Then I texted my friend that I would catch an Uber back as I wanted a seat belt. The end of this story is that he still offered to pick me up and that he planned to ride in the back with his new motorcycle so I could have the seat belt. I said Ok. Then, he was told by the driver it wasn’t allowed…But he did honor my boundary and sat in the middle heading back where he told the driver how to drive. On the way up the hill he told me I SHOULD practice my Spanish more). I consider all that a gift and a practice opportunity for me to see people with compassion, not take things personally, and trust myself. Second story: the reason I am in the city is to see Dr. Louis for my second day of weight training. I insist on videos as his directions are great and more than I know I will remember. He tells me I can find great videos on YouTube. I tell him he teaches better than he knows and I want a recording of what he is telling and showing me. I leave happily with many videos and notes I have made to myself. Later I look at one of the videos. Oh my gosh, I looked so much better than I thought. I was so focused on learning. He reminded me in a text he had told me I was a natural. At the time, I didn’t even conceive he was serious. I just assumed he was being nice and encouraging me (which I appreciate…Dr. Louis seems to embody a lot of very healthy masculine energy). But he meant it. All this is still a process for me. Your story helps. I will remember it. Thank you ❤️.
Yes, feel free to share my comment! It's still a process for me too....we are all becoming butterflies! The magic of our sharing our stories is that they help each other reflect and grow. I just love that so much!! ❤️
It won’t let me for some reason! I will try again later—. Thank you!
Me too.