Silencing Your Inner Voice

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I have silenced my inner voice once again….the situation is that a part of me is sooo ready to speak my heart and mind, and then there is something inside that holds me back?! It’s like a seesaw that goes up and down. Could it be that I am worried about what others might think or say; or is it that I’m worried about the responsibility that comes each time I take such a step in life? The next challenge is that I don’t know exactly what I want to say. 

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As a writer it might seem rather ironic that my inner voice gets silenced so often…but at least for me it has been more like a roller coaster ride through the entire process of expression. It’s like when I walk through the library of my mind there is a librarian that shooshes me into sullen whispers that I hardly dare to raise my voice at all! Other times there is an obnoxious little girl who simply wants to “scream and shout and let it all out”….Arrrgh!

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art by Dreja Novak, http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/dreja-novak.html?page=2

So often it gets confusing when the mind becomes cluttered. It gets confusing because there  can be inner voices that really do need silencing like the inner critic who just loves to bathe the soul in negativity causing disbelief and doubt in oneself. Then there is the inner voice who plays the role of the disapproving parent. It also isn’t the pouting inner child who wants constant attention. Nor is it the angry predator of the ego. There are so many sides to our personalities which voice is really our “inner voice”? 

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Today I read an article that reminded me about the true inner voice. I then took a mindful breath and smiled. I smiled because I remembered that the inner voice doesn’t bellow or whimper. It speaks from that safe haven inside the silence of our essence. It is there to guide you along your life path. Of course! How could I forget?! I have to be still to hear my inner voice. It whispers softly and my intuition gently tugs. When my mind is full of this and that….it is cluttered. At times even in meditation, house cleaning can be difficult…perhaps in my case I need to do some heart cleaning. Then I might have a clearer picture of what I want to say. 

*for more on the benefits of listening to your inner voice visit:

http://prosperityplace.com/listening-to-your-inner-voice/

The Me in Me

imagePhoto by my son ;-)

“Don’t let your wild beauty be tamed. Don’t let your heart be swayed by the opinions of others. Don’t let  your individuality be trapped in a vortex of trying to please the world. Don’t let your vision be restricted by someone else’s fear. Don’t give over your originality to conform in unhappiness. Be brave. Step out into the light. Remember you were born to be free. Blossom in your own unique wonder and magic. You have all that you need inside you. Let the wild in you be nurtured. Let the beauty in you be freed.”

-S.C. Lourie-

https://www.facebook.com/sc.louriesbutterfliesandpebbles

Soul Funk Crusader

Here is a little funk for the evening folks…have a good night, but before you go say to yourself…

“When I leave a room, it’s gonna be footprints of funk wherever I stepped, because I’m a soul funk crusader.” (Big Boi)

…..and remember your essence! Then…

“Put a glide in your stride, a dip in yo’ hip and come on up to the mothership.” (George Clinton)

 

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“How would your life be different if…You decided to give freely, love fully, and play feverously? Let today be the day…You free yourself from the conditioned rules that limit your happiness and dilute the beautiful life experience. Have fun. Give – Love – Play!”
― Steve Maraboli ―

*photo found on http://www.sundancebeach.com/

I Celebrate Myself

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I rejoice in the light of my own soul! I rejoice in remembering who I am! I rejoice in the essence of my being! I love being me! I celebrate who I am! I breathe it in and out like life itself! I am happy to be in my own skin! I wouldn’t ever want to be anyone else than who I am! I thank myself! I am kind to myself! I love who I am! I relax into myself! I allow myself freedom to be me! I am thankful to be me! I celebrate myself! I love myself so much! I enjoy being me, myself and I! I celebrate myself! I AM that I AM! I am glad that there is a ME in this world! I celebrate myself!

“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”
― Dr. Seuss―

*photo from  http://www.pinterest.com/source/madlyglowing.tumblr.com/

Comforting Arm

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I started to learn about true love when I walked “El Camino de Santiago” in 2011. I didn’t understand then what the universe was showing me…though I felt it…and now it is a little clearer…thanks to what it means to be a mother, but at the same time a woman who is trying to be true to herself. I still have to soooo much to learn about love.

Lately, I have been reading a book by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, called Life Lessons. Maybe some of you can tell based on some of my latest posts. :-) Today I’d like to share a story she wrote that deeply affected me.

“Being there is everything in love, in life and in dying. Many years ago, I noticed an interesting phenomenon in a hospital. Many of the dying patients began to feel wonderful; not so much physically , but mentally. This wasn’t because of me, but because of the cleaning woman. Every time she walked into the room of one of my dying patients, something would happen. I would have given a million dollars to learn that woman’s secret.

One day I saw her in the hallway and said to her rather curtly, “What are you doing with my dying patients?”

“I’m only cleaning the rooms,” she replied defensively.

Determined to know how she was making people feel good, I followed her around. But I couldn’t figure out what special thing she was doing. After a few weeks of snooping around like this, she grabbed me and dragged me into a room behind the nurses’ station. She told me how, some time ago, one of her six children had become very ill one winter. In the middle of the night she took her three-year-old son to the emergency room, where she sat with him on her lap, desperately waiting hours for the physician to come But no one came, and she watched her little boy die of pneumonia, in her arms. She shared all this pain and agony without hate, without resentment, without anger, without negativity.

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked. “What has this to do with my dying patients?”

“Death is not a stranger to me anymore,” she replied. “He is like an old acquaintance. Sometimes when I walk into the rooms of your dying patients, they look so scared. I can’t help but walk over to them and touch them. I tell them I’ve seen death, and when it happens, they will be okay. And I just stay there with them. I may want to run, but I don’t. I try to be there for the other person. That is love.”

Unschooled in the ways of psychology and medicine, this woman knew one of the greatest secrets in life: love is being there, and caring.

Sometimes, due to circumstances beyond our control, we can’t be there physically. But that doesn’t mean we’re not connected in love.”

-Elisabeth Kubler-Ross-

*photo by David Peat,

http://birdsong217.tumblr.com/post/31627838428

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAtWleBjM2k