On Coming Home to My Body as I Heal
I recently told a friend that in addition to spending most of the pandemic catching sunsets and sitting on my balcony eating or sipping peppermint tea, I now spend a lot of my evenings watching birds and observing their behavior and letting my mind wander.
I have become a bird watcher, honestly I never thought of that as a thing I would pick up in life.
In these moments, I try to put my phone down and do nothing as often as possible (except maybe eat or drink tea) as I watch the sunset and the birds.
But some days, I get these incredible views and I have to capture them or do a live video on social media.
Some days when the sun has gone down, I will do inner teen meditations on my balcony and connect with the version of me that always dreamt of such peace when she was being subjected to violence in different forms.
The part of me who was being told daily that she is useless and would amount to nothing and that she was difficult to love.
The part of me that believed all the lies she was told about herself for years.
I am so very aware that this current version of my life, is the version that my teen self always wanted and this peace is teaching my nervous system to relax and helping that teen version of me heal and this version of me regulate my system.
It feels like I am coming home to myself.
This is why I do the work I do - to help others find peace and feel at home in their bodies.
