Callings From The Soul; Part 1 : My Personal Experience
The other day I was working on my new website and decided to read my About Page. Although I had written it, it had been a while since I had actually read through it. I was touched in places deep within my heart, and tears were flowing down my cheeks as I finished reading the words I had written.
I was touched in places deep within my heart, and tears were flowing down my cheeks as I finished reading the words I had written.
Many emotions erupted as I sat in my office, confused and wondering. What just happened? Who was the person that wrote such an on-point, heartfelt account of her journey of healing? And more importantly, where was she now? I was confused by the questions arising, saddened by all this soul had been through, and yet encouraged about how far she had come.
I have received feedback from others about how my story has touched them and inspired them on their journey. I have been told that my story inspires others to hold hope, to get moving, and to get connected with their bodies and their authentic selves. But on that day, I had inspired myself. I had remembered all that I had overcome. I remembered my strength and resiliency and my calling to help others find their way.
I was reminded that at times we all get lost. Things happen, and just like that, we step off the conveyer belt of life and find ourselves lost and unsure of what to do next or even what to feel next.
I was having more than one of those moments when I re-read my story. Maybe it was the way of the universe to remind me of exactly where I was and what I had overcome. My war wounds were exposed once again as a reminder of what I had been through and that I had made it.
My war wounds were exposed once again as a reminder of what I had been through and that I had made it.