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.
These voices creep in, even in the strongest of us. We experience doubt and indecision about what to do next, where to go, and whether or not we should even be doing what we are doing. My soul stands clear, but my earthly mind wants to argue. It wants control, and those shadow voices in my head want to put me down. Truth is hard. It is said that the first step is to hear and acknowledge the callings of the soul. But without action we remain trapped in the roles and lives that have been created for us and by us as part of the illusory nature of this life.
After that day, I was reminded to not pay so much attention to those voices. I was reminded that I have a purpose, a plan, and a journey that will never be completely known or revealed. As I step back on the conveyer belt of life, I once again begin to move forward. I still have thoughts that don’t serve my greater calling, but I get back to work, stepping into the flow of this beautiful moment called “now” with renewed gratitude for all that has brought me to this moment, and for this opportunity to once again follow the callings of my soul.
Stay tuned for part 2 of this post, where I’ll give you some tools to help you respond to your own callings from the soul. In the meantime, explore more at www.HealthyLivingwithHope.com.
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