All posts tagged: anorexia

Within the Stillness of My Self

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Tenderness

There was a continuous movement within the stillness of my true Self. It was the softening of all parts of me that had felt separate and lost in repetitive cycles of emotional pain. I had reached the place of enough is enough and decided to find my way to tenderness. Tenderness came out of the realization I was reliving the exact same old pain I had vowed to never feel again. It came out of […]

A Gentler Way

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Reflections

For a while, parts of me did their best to survive. The noise created in my mind served as a way to focus away from attempts to sort out what couldn’t be processed completely from that place. Had I been able to access more highly consious parts of me, I would have been shown a gentler way. In truth, I was shown this gentler way, but needed to reach a place where I could hear […]

Gently

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Quieting

I found there had always been a quiet prayer within my heart. It had been covered up for a while by the noise of the world and the noise within. It was there each time I dared not to listen to the endless chatter of mind and allowed my attention to land on the space beyond objects and subtle energies within. It appeared gently, as a whisper — like a subtle breeze I might have […]

The Release

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Reflections

The next part was easy — at a certain point. Holding all of the pieces of my heart, there was just one more step, the release. I stopped trying so hard to fit the pieces together as a separate little me. And I reached for something higher. It was the sweetest kind of surrender.

How Could I Not?

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Reflections

Maybe it was seeing the stories on the surface become unbearable that made jumping into the unknown seem less scary for a moment. Perhaps it was having been touched so deeply by the sharing of others or the desire to play a part in the shattering of old patterns of suffering. Perhaps it was a combination of these things that caused my heart to make a gesture to future generations through healing and softening my […]

What Now

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Unfolding

What Now was a gentle way of continuing on. It meant being okay with where I was. It meant being okay with where others were as well. It meant letting go of the need for outer stories to go a certain way, while still being present and offering my part I found What Now to be a good place to focus in each moment. It was a saving grace to learn to keep my focus on the unfolding […]

All That Was Unhealed

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Reflections

Healing deeply was a little different than I had first expected it to be. I had to learn to hold and let go of all the pieces of my heart. I learned to reach for my own inner healer — listening  beyond stories and thought — holding space for all that was unhealed in me — respecting the tenderness, authentic beauty, compassion and peace I found there that couldn’t have been taught. I began to […]

The Quiet Prayer That Carried Me

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Reflections

There were times when the stories around me were complex. I knew the only hope was a miracle — often more than one. And so I vowed to clear my own mind and heart and become one with the quiet prayer that had carried me that far. I vowed to hold the remaining bits of trauma in my heart — knowing they would be transforned into healing words. And I held each new moment as […]

A Quiet Kind of Beauty

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Reflections

There was a quiet kind of beauty in allowing my heart to be in pieces. It wasn’t the mending, so much, that allowed my experience in the world began to soften. It was the gentle shift from being the pieces to being the whole Self. It was too much at first to step out of the pieces. And so I practiced holding and letting go until the tenderness of tapping into my own true essence […]

In Unlikely Places

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Reflections

It was sobering to find tenderness in unlikely places — to be willing to listen to life — tossing up thoughts and stories gathered and held so carefully in exchange for a new kind of emptiness and the courage to regather pieces of my heart again and again — each time a little more sweetly. It was a relief not to need to fit the many pieces of my heart together all at once.