The sacred feels like the essence of my work, my passion, this life.
Yet, I feel as though it’s a word I must whisper or not say at all.
What would happen if I shout to the mountain tops? “You are sacred! This life is sacred!”
What would you hear if I said that?
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Clients come in for a Phoenix Rising Yoga Therapy session, with pain in their back or hip, and part-way through the session they often they arrive in a mental and emotional state where “magic” happens and the pain dissipates. How is this possible?
I have been ashamed of my belly for years. As a child I lay in my bed at night and pressed my stuffy up to against me hoping the pressure would make my belly smaller.
Holding my belly in, I shifted my breath from deep, calming breath, to shallow, anxious breath up in my chest.
I focused on being smaller than I was, thinking I wasn't good enough as I was. It brings tears to my eyes that I started acting on the belief that I wasn't enough when I was six years old.
Shame. Forcing myself to be different. To be someone else, blinds me to the truth.
I am one, I am many.
When I was exposed to this idea in my yoga therapist training, I thought this idea was weird. It’s strange to be many aspects, many personalities. A family of individuals within myself.