I’m not Shakespeare but my words will speak to someone, somewhere.
I always quite admired James Joyce’s writing style, that stream of consciousness that is your soul pouring the words out onto the page to just get them out of your head. I used to call this ‘getting the garbage out,’ to just putting it all on the page so your brain wouldn’t have to struggle under the weight of whatever was burdening your life.
I find the whole concept of having your journals on-line (because, really, that’s what this is, right?) a bit terrifying. I’ve spent years scribbling in notebooks and then later typing into my computer my deepest, darkest. And this world in which we exist says, “Put it all out there for everyone to see.” And this world in which we exist really doesn’t care much what you do or don’t. So here we go.
I was speaking to my WordPress coach, David, tonight about toxic people in my life and how I’m struggling to overcome the ‘be nice and try to help everyone’ mentality that I’ve always lived by – and, quite honestly, have always really liked about myself. Sadly, though, people take advantage of kindness. There’s a whole weird energy thing that happens when you put yourself out there trusting that the world is fair, people are honest and kindness is appreciated. David spoke to me about the practice of Kundalini yoga, the flow of energy and consciousness which exists in us. We have the knowledge and the power and the intuition to understand everything and everyone that moves through our lives. The problems arise when we pay no attention to what our own energy is screaming at us when toxic people enter our world.
Kundalini yoga is the practice of pulling energy from the base of the spine through six chakras arriving at the seventh chakra, Sahasrara, where the female merges with the male. This process of enlightenment allows us liberation from the ever changing world through which we walk.
I’m reminded of a poem by my favorite poet, David Whyte, a lovely Welsh writer who speaks to my soul. In his book of poems entitled The House of Belonging, he writes, “The world was meant to be free in. Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong….anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.”