This blog is about healing. Healing comes in all forms and from pretty much anything. My reason for writing is to share ways that we can heal ourselves from the inside out. I love food, it is safe to say that food is my thing. I love how simple it can be to heal ourselves just with food alone. The majority of entries you will see here will be about food, but I will also be sharing thoughts, pieces of my own journey, inspiring pieces from others and anything else that may be healing in some way shape or form. With that said…
Someone told me that this year has been one of clusterfucked magnitude… If I were to pick a word it would be chaotic. Scratch that, evolutionary or metamorphosing. This year has literally quaked the earth underneath me, shook me at my core and exhumed all of the fears, the insecurities, the baggage and other ugly bits and pieces that I would have rather kept hidden in the shadows somewhere. This year has been about surrendering to the process – opening myself – being my truth, whatever that truth may be. It has also been about purging and shedding – letting parts of me die so other parts can grow. This year has been about change. Letting go – releasing. Being. Love. Breathing. Communicating with self, with spirit and above all, healing. The most profound, life changing healing possible.
Throughout this process it’s been difficult for me to stay put and lay roots down. Those who know me well know that my go to move is to find an exciting opportunity overseas, pack up and move far far away. This time around I’ve dug my heels in and faced my fears, my demons and all of the not so pretty shit along with everything else that encourages the need to flee in the first place. I’ve focused on rebuilding relationships – rebuilding my relationship with myself primarily, and although at times I’ve been this close (literally this close *squeezes fingers in front of her eye*) to throwing in the towel and buggering off to some enchanting magical country, I haven’t. At first, the changes were everywhere and nowhere all at the same time – adding to the chaos probably, but over the past few months I’ve been seeing things differently. Things are coming together. Things make sense. I feel as though I know more of what I’m doing now (although that feeling comes and goes lol).
We all have our own paths. With all of the vices we have access to these days we’re sometimes distracted by other fabulous instapics from the paths of others. Snippets from across the fence. Everything is what it appears to be yet nothing is as it appears to be (think about it…).
Our paths are just that – ours. Ours to figure out and develop, ours to travel along.
Throughout I think it’s essential to remember the importance, the necessity of our own personal truth – our own personal story and loving it in it’s entirety – regardless.
(Also remembering while browsing those instasnippets from across the fence that they are snippets and not the full story in all it’s glory. That’s usually why those snippets are so damn green and beautiful!)
… this story is to be continued…