Connecting to Your Innermost Self
Hi. I’d like to speak to your soul today if you don’t mind. How are you doing, soul? I’m pretty tired, myself. Life takes a lot of energy, if you know what I mean. There are so many things that need doing just to get through the day; so many responsibilities, so many obligations and so many distractions. I know your soul is sitting there waiting quietly for you to attend to it. The noise of life drowns out that inner voice, but it’s still there. I know it is. You don’t have to be a childhood trauma survivor to struggle with connecting to your innermost self. But being one sure adds another layer of difficulty.
It’s Never Too Late to Heal
I twirled around causing the skirt of my best Sunday dress to flair out in a way that delighted my four-year-old sensibilities. It was 1966 and my black patent leather Mary Jane’s made a wonderful clacking sound on the creaky oak floors of the sanctuary. Problem was, I was supposed to be sitting in my seat. My father scowled at me from the pulpit. Mrs. Wagoner, a wonderful, kindly old widow, had been tasked with watching me that Sunday morning, but try as she might, she couldn’t convince me to sit down. For some reason I cannot remember, my mother was not in attendance at the service that day.