We all suffer trauma throughout our lives. Actually we suffer micro-traumas everyday. We lose jobs, we are rejected romantically, we are hurt by a loved one, we suffer deaths, crimes, and an influx of negative media both real (war, rape, shootings, civil unrest) and dramatized (reality t.v., hyped up news stories, that one co-worker or family member who complains about everything). Granted some traumas are worse than others and can have life altering, lasting effects on the person who was touched by them.Read More
I have been sick for two days; throwing up until I can barely move sick. I have repeatedly apologized to my husband for being ill and for him having to care for me and because we had to go to the hospital and because I make horrible sounds when I am puking and because I needed his help showering and so on and so on. In the interim of this avalanche of apology, he has said one thing, "It's not your fault that you're sick. You don't have to apologize." It's a foreign concept to me, to not continuously apologize for every single thing I'm doing; for illness, for tears, for saying, "No." I was raised in a household where if you were sick, it was an inconvenience and you'd better be dying, otherwiseRead More
So, I've been home for a couple of days now. I have mostly spent my time gushing (figuratively and literally ☺️) over what an amazing soul reintegrating experience my time in San Diego was. The rest of the time has been spent dealing with "Jetlag" which is apparently my body struggling to adjust to time travel. Oh Marty McFly, you make it look so easy; perhaps I should've worn a vest while I was flying to insulate my organs from the space-time continuum rip. I'm tired, really tired; physically I feel as though I have the flu, mentally I feel fried like I've been cramming for a final exam, emotionally . . . I am melting. Every time I wax poetic about my week-ish in Tantra-ville, the real artistic beauty that is Tantra just flows from my mouth. Info that I didn't even realize I took in or that it resonated with me until it fell from my tongue with grace and beauty. Philosophy that sounds both beautiful and destructive; too good to be true.
The simplicity, that is Tantra's ultimate goal, has yet to be achieved. It first is busy at work playing Jenga with this really amazing Fortress of Emotional Solitude that I built for myself. It started small, my Fortress but,Read More