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Our souls came here to kick ass and take names…
Metaphysically speaking
When I look back at the decade from my mid-20s to mid-30s, I see now just how shut down I really was.
Back then, I thought I was functioning just fine. I was successful at work, bought a home, volunteered for local causes. But underneath, I put strong walls up around my heart. Held a happy face on the surface, but was drowning underneath.
Swimming in a deep sea of suppressed emotion. ‘Resting passive face’ was my norm. Robotic, my inner masculine had taken over all exterior functions. Work, work and work some more. Achieve, don’t rest on your laurels.
I know my soul was trying to leak out at the time — I worked with others on some very important projects. Yet, much of it felt devoid of meaning. It was simply what I was ‘doing’. There was very little attention to my way of ‘being’.
Traversing a dark night of the soul 7 years ago and the corresponding awakening that followed, changed everything for me. Finally, the perpetual grey mist shifted slowly into technicolor.
I began to embrace my sensitive, empathic and intuitive gifts, opening my heart, mind, body and spirit ever wider, to explore my full capacity. The contrast between those two states could not be more stark.
