"With the power of God that I AM, today I choose peace.
With the power of God that I Am, today I choose love
With the power of God that I AM, today I choose to be happy and to be be united with all life,
May all beings be happy. May all beings be peace. AMEN"
Yesterday during my morning ritual of prayer and meditation I asked Spirit to help me learn the process of letting go. I am tired of getting caught in the spinning cycle of holding on to my hurts and letting them fester, creating wounds beyond mending. My prayers were answered.
One of the things I have learned through this program and through trying many other spiritual paths before coming to NA is that connection to spirit is not enough to gain complete inner healing. Even walking through spirits lessons is not a full process. We need to do our part in the healing, we need to do the 'work'.
In the past programs I was involved in the 'work' was learning how to pray. Learning how to meditate. Learning ritual, learning about props to aid in spiritual connection. Learning through meditation how to clear problems. All of the tools I was given were of a mental capacity. For the mentally healthy person these are all great as that person has a foundation for which to already stand. For an addict with a mentally unstable foundation I had to go back a bit further.
The twelve steps have taught me a very very basic fundamental tool that so easily gets overlooked by me when I get stuck in a process. Pen to Paper. Three simple words to release me from the bondage of suffering when I cannot let go. I will write it again, Pen to Paper. How strange is it for me who loves to write and understands deeply the therapeutic value of it, to miss the simple act of picking up a blue ball point pen and a piece of loose leaf paper??
Blogging is a wonderfully creative tool for me to discover things about myself in a meeting like public fashion. However there are layers of myself that I cannot share in this fashion as they are not meant to be exposed to the world. The wounds to sensitive for that much air, the risk of infection to great. Good ol' fashion pen to paper and cauldron to burn it after sharing with my sponsor. That is how I let go. It's how I have always learned to let go. Why does it escape my memory when I am knee deep in my own shit again?
I have the thickest skull with the slowest rate of learning on the face of this planet I am sure. Constant repetition and at least three major go rounds before I learn a lesson. Well this is go round number three so this is it for hashing this shit up.
So today on my agenda after a pretty emotionally intense day yesterday for me, is a quiet day at home working my steps and writing out a few full length hurt process's. A good release will come from that and tonight I will reward myself with a girly sleep over with my best friend of ten years. No matter how much I cycle, no matter how far in the pits of hell I fall or how bright my light gets, she loves me.... that will comfort me after a day of open rawness.
Learning how to book end my 'work', is what keeps me sane and enjoying the journey of recovery. Whenever I plan to do some deep painful inner work, I always do something fun and self care like before I start and then again when I am done. My last sponsor taught me this and it has become a valuable tool for me. I have let my current sponsor know that I am doing some scab pulling today and she is on stand by.
It's not an easy path we choose to recover our true worth, but it is a rewarding one...... when you work it.
Work it cause your Worth it!!