Sleeping, Trusting, Letting Go

My friend, Fran Wellgood, is also my Reiki Master, Metaphysical Energy Bodywork Therapist. In normal times, I try to get a treatment from Fran every two weeks. Her energy work is incredible, releasing tension and tightness, getting the energy flowing again, balancing and refining, and making room for mental, emotional and physical healing in profound but subtle ways. Fran is a good listener, intuitive, “connected,” if you will, to Source. I resonated with her beautiful writing here, and have had similar thoughts, but without the energy to put pen to paper much. I am very used to isolation and “stay at home,” “shelter in place,” since I stay inside my house nearly all the time — not just for a few weeks, or months, but for years – 30 years — my life with ME/CFS (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome). But this COVID-19 thing is different. There is something very unsettling about it to me. The fear is of the unknown, the most paralyzing for me. The fear of getting it myself (age 60 with multiple autoimmune disorders, and immune system issues. The fear one of my kids or parents or grandkids will get it and not make it. Or just get it. The fear of not knowing how long this will last and that I will totally miss the new baby smell of Isabelle, born 2/29/20, while we “shelter in place.” I dare not risk it. I miss my daughters. So fear that I won’t see them again for a longer time than just April, May, surely by June? No guarantees. Fear that my mom will get it and not survive. Fear that my dad, Alzheimer’s patient in Memory Care Facility, won’t make it through this, and that none of the family will get to see him again. And sadness that Dad, or Mom, or any one of us could perish as we watch the whole thing unfold with quizzical disbelief.

Anyway, here’s what Fran posted today:

via Sleeping, Trusting, Letting Go

Praying for us all,

Ginny xo

“Silence”

July 4, 2015

Prompt: 10 minutes: “Silence”

Silence

 Silence. There really is no such thing. For always there is the breath, the beating heart, the faint sounds of birds chirping or an air conditioner turning on or off, or the boiler crackling with its cozy warmth.

woman-silhouette-vector-yoga_23-2147494864  Silence. We fill our days with  noisy life, and it is good, still good. Silence can be uncomfortable for many. I’m so grateful I’ve been meditating for over twenty-five years and enjoy the silence. Who knew that the thousand day meditation I did in 1992, 1993, 1994 would have such an impact. Thank you, God, for directing me to HarDarshan via the Wellness Directory I picked up at Harmony Farms, when I first got sick in 1990, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome giving me my first health food store experience, too. Oh how the silent hand of God nudges you in slight directions that propel you into a life you cannot fathom but in hindsight.

Or in the present. Yes, that’s where the silence is — in this moment that will not come again. THIS moment. This FULL moment. This lovely moment of conscious awareness. So much easier to sense, to feel when noticed in silence.

IMG_3507One can have a silent heart, a silent soaking in of the present even amid the chatter of children, young and old, that silence filling your heart until you think you might explode confetti joy all over the house, each other, invisible confetti joy.

Yes. In the silence, confetti emotions swirl, dance, play, breathe. Breathe. Breathe in the silence. Joy.3558497-Falling-confetti-background-Stock-Vector-confetti