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Pain, the Price of Freedom September 8, 2012

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I started reading this book ‘The Untethered Soul’, which has been helping me deal with, not run away from, the loss of several significant relationships in the past year (my brother, dad, husband, best friend, boyfriend, and the recent death of my 12 year old pet cat).

Today I prayerfully read chapter 11 ‘Pain, the Price of Freedom’ through tears, and this is what it taught me…
I must become familiar with pain in order to grow. If I’m doing things to avoid pain, then pain is actually running my life; all my thoughts and feelings will be affected by my fears. Hiding the pain, or pushing it away, will only hinder my growth, my healing. On the other side of pain is ecstasy, is freedom.

After I read this chapter I prayed again, with loving kindness I allowed myself to feel the great depths of pain, then I released it to the care of my heavenly Father. I immediately felt the heaviness of that pain lifted. I recognized the sadness I was feeling, but it no longer identified me nor dictated my actions for the rest of today. I felt a small bit of this freedom, of peace, and I felt a deeper connection to God.

I’m so very grateful for the many people I have in my life today that encourage me to grow, make difficult decisions, and stand by my side. I feel your love, support, and prayers. I am uplifted, enlightened, and awake to this very powerful and important spiritual journey. Thank you for doing service to the Father and helping me change for the better. I love who I’m becoming and I love you for accepting all of me.

“The Untethered Soul: the journey beyond yourself by Michael A. Singer”

© LR 2012

 

My Perfect 7 January 1, 2011

Light, so bright
Playful and high,
An open-ended corner
Gifts I cannot deny.

 

Innocent
Full of life,
I protect with care
Delve with delight.

 

Ready, open
Prepared to flee,
Beauty, this beauty
Uncommon to me.

 

Gauged by wealth
Success… no risk,
Flirted with evil
Not all opportunities I’ve missed.

 

Conditioned
Masked by wisdom and truth,
I waited to be used
Like a forgotten phone booth.

 

Hated, I’m not
Judged, forever I’ll be,
With respect for the lady
I danced with her king.

 

Community space
Shared by those that do not speak,
Laces that grippen
Constantly weak.

 

Amused and unshappened
Dictated by loss,
On fire with passion
No matter the cost.

 

Angered by trauma
Swept up by despair,
Encouraged by insight
Released by my fear.

 

Accepting my fate
Gaining strength in my knees,
Naked without secrets
I embrace this bipolar disease.

 

© LRS 2011