I am incredibly privileged to meet some of the most interesting and beautiful women in my life. Many of them are healers and others are not, just plain beautiful wise souls that I get to experience this life with, who bring healing to me anyway. They radiate with love and nurturing and kindness and power and divinity and wisdom.
I recently had an exceptional evening. Before the work day ended I told the universe I needed a healing session. I was so down and out, and I understood why people would choose to end their lives. To make the pain stop. I was tired. I got it.
Being new to San Francisco, I haven't quite gotten my bearings and gotten to know other healers to have sessions with or to talk about fairies and power animals. Always, like magic, the universe delivers. She sends me so much love across the sea (or the Bay Bridge) in the form of wise women.
In this evening's more in depth session, my healer pointed out that I was being hard on myself. This wasn't a surprise. I know this. Being hard on myself was part of my story. This is something many of us experience. In my case, I've been working on myself and in a way, expected perfection already. I put pressure on myself to achieve and have certain things to prove to myself I had gotten over my own junk. That I was past the junk. Naively - that this junk was no longer a part of me or my story.
I made myself believe I could hack the human experience through healing (ha!). I lost sight of self love and self acceptance. I was reminded that my junk is endearing. Make peace with thy junk so other souls don't give you shit about it. I was generating situations and attracting behavior in people I was ashamed to be in the past, which have made way to the present for me to make peace with.
It was calling me to a deeper sense of self love. And self acceptance. These are concepts we're all pretty familiar with but I admittedly have only started to learn its deeper meaning this evening. We as souls are attracted to other souls through a sense of humanity. That junk of part of my humanity. That junk is part of what makes my soul beautiful.
So guys, love thy junk. Because junk is endearing.
Ramblings of the soul.