Tonight, I was making Shepherd’s Pie for my partner and roommate. As I stood at the cutting board just chopping away at the onion, I felt the knife slice through the tip of my thumb. I cringed…I don’t do well with human blood in general…or pain. My first reaction was to run to the bathroom and grab the bottle of hydrogen peroxide (a leftover from my mother). I stood over the sink and poured it over my thumb, screeching like a banshee from the burn. I wasn’t thinking about the pain that would come….all I could think of was cleaning the wound. I watched the peroxide bubble around the cut and after watching the bleeding stop, I brushed NuSkin over it. Again, I screamed because of the burn.
I realized that lately life has been about cleaning out the grime of the past, and moving forward. Has it been painful? Quite. I have made some decisions lately that haven’t been so popular with those around me, but they are things that I have had to do for myself.
For the past few months, I have been a part of a lifestyle change. I have detoxed, I have exercised, I have eaten more fruits and vegetables than I have ever eaten. I have been working with our company’s nutritionist and her goals for me are to resolve the issues I have been dealing with for ages. Through the work done, I am no longer snoring, my reflux is gone…many positive changes are happening. The most significant is weight loss. When I started the program, I was at my heaviest….343 pounds. My doctor offered encouragement as we went through the physical for the program. “You are the healthiest obese person I have ever seen.” Yes….this offered so much hope.
When we started the program, we took before pictures. With this, you are forced to face yourself with a constant reminder of where you started. I keep this picture of my gut on the fridge, on my computer at work, and on the bathroom mirror. The program lasts a year and as we enter a new step, we dig into the reasons that we gained the weight to begin with. I have shared many of the processes that I have gone through over the past months here in the blog.
I have cut out refined sugars, most of my caffeine (I have to have coffee every so often), and as of late, my nutritionist has asked me to stop eating meat products for a bit. I am on a fruit and vegetable diet for almost two weeks now.
Living on just fruits and vegetables and vegan protein has been a challenge to say the least, but I do have to say that my body does feel better. I feel cleaner….but there are some days that I would cut a bitch just for a porkchop. As a result of this program, I have lost 45 pounds to date. I have been learning how to deal with the stresses of life by working out and pursuing new ventures. I go tomorrow to start an archery class…I have also taken wood-carving classes. If I keep it up, I may truly become a renaissance man.
I have also made more of an effort to spend more time outside. Summertime in Georgia can tend to make this a bit challenging. I have had to learn that when I want the solitude and calm and renewing, that I need to go out really early or really late. I have been exploring parts of Atlanta that I never knew existed. I have hiked Red Top Mountain. I have found small wooded parks and small man-made lakes or creeks to enjoy.
I have been trying lately to find local stables where I can go riding. There is nothing more freeing than moving through life on the back of a horse. When you are moving with that horse energy, it is the closest I can imagine to flying.
As the photo earlier stated, I have been on a complete detox…Spirit, mind and body. I am realizing that there is so much garbage that I allow to become a part of my life. I have set aside the drama of others. This is a feat within itself….especially in this time of constant accessibility. I have had to learn to put my phone down, to navigate Facebook gingerly, and to leave television almost completely out of the picture. Isolation? Hardly. If I lived in the days of old, I would move into an old cottage in the woods…only me and the animals…that would be isolation.
Last night, I settled into one of the pieces of furniture in the courtyard. Just me, the moon, the stars. My mind felt awake…my body felt alive. I stared into the darkness above me dotted with diamond-like bursts of pure energy. I could hear the cicadas singing in my ears. It was in that moment that it felt as if the earth and her sister elements were singing their own spells over me. The air smelled of the lemon and eucalyptus oil that I use to repel bugs…citrus-y and bright. My roommate knew I was out there and opened the door to let Friz out. I lifted him into my lap and we lay curled up on that glider as the moon washed over us.
I have a blue and a green andara crystal that I carried outside with me. The blue is said to bring powerful connection with the celestial realms. The green is said to hold the energy of magick. It brings forth vision and manifestation and holds ancient knowledge. It awakens the wisdom of the grandmothers. As I sat there holding them, I meditated on the energies they held. I pulled that energy into myself and into my little blue chihuahua. As I closed my eyes, I could hear my grandmother’s voice in my ear. No words….just a soft humming. It was the way it used to be when I would curl up in her lap as a child and she would sing as I drifted off to sleep.
I started to fade into a peaceful, wonderful, magickal sleep and could hear Friz softly snoring in my lap. In my dreams, I traveled to beautiful places…places I had never been to…places that only exist in dreams. I could feel the energy of each destination enveloping me…feeding my spirit, renewing my mind. Each place was similar but different at the same time. With each new dream, I became strongly aware of myself and my breath. This was the first time in so long that I was able to escape the confines of my own mind, thoughts, and feelings. It was a feeling of being aware that there was newness around and coming toward me…almost like learning to walk again. I received a vision of Friz as a puppy…his eyes just opening…the brightness…learning to adjust to seeing things for the first time.
As hot as it was outside, I woke up to a wonderful cooling breeze. Friz yawned as he looked up at me…aware that we had just shared something that only magick can give. I am constantly amazed by those that think that magick can only take place in ritual or ceremony….I am learning that if you open yourself to the possibilities, that magick will show itself in every aspect of your life.
Society as a whole has learned to exist….surviving from one crisis to the next. I refuse to live my life like that. Yes, there are requirements that life has demanded, but I will not squelch that which needs to be wild, alive, and moving.
Maybe what I am feeling comes with maturity, but I am unwilling to compromise all that has risen up in me. I grow weary of battling the attitudes of others. Some people just seem to live their lives to piss and moan…never able to find peace with themselves and constantly driven by the drama that others and circumstances seem to throw at them. I am learning something powerful….Silence is a powerful thing. Most people don’t take advantage of it enough. Silence allows us to listen to spirit.
If I told you that you had inside of you, all the magick you would ever receive, what would you say? Most would argue with me. Most would take it as a challenge to their potential. I tell you though, you do have all the magick you will ever need….right there within your reach. We just tend to let everything else get in the way of accessing it. It is all a matter of getting past ourselves….letting ourselves embrace that magick. To be blunt for just a moment….too many of us are too busy bitching and whining to look for it…or to let it surface. I can be the same way. Sometimes it is far too easy to complain than just get off of our broadest part and do it. Maybe some of us just need to get a little more gumption about us.
I refuse to live my life rolling over and playing dead.