I can understand the deep importance of having balance in all these area's now. I never gave rest and relaxation other then 30 minutes of mediation daily much thought until recently. There is something deeply therapeutic about being able to just rest not only your body but your mind for a few hours at a time. I am always from the mind set if your not being productive then your not being. We are human.... beings though, not human doings. I am always the human doing and never just the human being.
Let me move quickly into the topic before I lose my nerve. That first line sparked a topic that is much needed for discussion in my world. A long over due discussion actually.
Mother.
I can almost hear the groan. I don't even know where that guttural sound originates from. My mom for the better part of my life was my best friend. I called her for everything. I moved her up to my northern town 9 hours from home because I could not stand to be without her. However, somewhere along the way of addiction and recovery I have come to feel such deep intense feelings of pain, rage and contempt towards her. These feelings confused me and now I think it is time I face those feelings so that I can move on.
How did I come up with that realization? This is the area of life that I love most now that I am connecting with God/dess. The signs I get, the lessons I am awarded for just being. When I observe my life from a detached place I can see the signs that connect with one another and from those signs I get my message from Spirit.
My one year cake celebration meeting was this past weekend. I entered into that meeting with fear and trepidation. These past few months I have been shutting down and closing off, I couldn't really put my finger on why. Until that meeting. What I thought was fear over being the center of attention was actually the fear of facing my mother head on, the last link to the misery of my past. The final puzzle piece to be placed in the picture of my pain and suffered childhood.
Letting go always an issue for me. More comfortable in my self created Hell then the glorious light of the world. My mother meeting my recovery was why I was sweating the celebration meeting. My mother being included in my growing light is why I wanted to get loaded and throw it all away. Having my mother bear witness to real love that is shared with me, love that she couldn't give me as a child and love that I now refuse from her was the reason I didn't want to invite her into my recovery.
I came to all these conclusions from what someone else shared about their own mother during that birthday celebration. I could feel myself get hard inside and knew that I had some shit to face. My mom doesn't read my blog, not because she doesn't want to, she does. I told her honestly that my words might hurt her here and I truly don't want to hurt my mom. However I am still hurting over a lot of things from my distant past and not so distant past, that need to be expressed. This is where I process those feelings. This is my safe place.
I cut my mom out of my life these past few months. After the meeting I realized I wasn't afraid of being center of attention, I wasn't afraid of the intimacy. I was truly afraid of my mother being there. The fear I think though is double sided. I don't want to see my mom hurt and I really did want to share that the women in the rooms of NA have loved me more fully and deeply then my own mother ever has. I didn't want my mom to know that's how I feel. I didn't want my mom to see how many people love me and want to see me get better because to me my mom is the food addict that created my inability to express my feelings. I didn't want her to realize this and feel bad and slip deeper into her food coma. I think it was equally as much of protecting her then it was not wanting to let her in.
I am seeing that this is the facing the past that is uncomfortable but sometimes necessary. I have said to my close support group that there is gonna be a blow out between my mom and I. I can feel the tensions building between her and I. More my tensions projected upon her.
I have done some deep meditative healing with my sexual abuser from my childhood. I have been graced a live phone call with my father where he apologized for all the shittiness of my childhood and his part in it. That phone call was the most powerfully healing interaction I have ever had with another human being. Three simple words said with true feeling... I am Sorry, by my dad, released a tidal wave of pent up childhood scars.
I have gained forgiveness with two of my three abusers from childhood, my mother is the last one. I have seemed to leave the toughest till last. Probably because I still have yet to accept that her neglect and lack of protection were forms of abuse and contributed the most to my pain and suffering. And that these forms of abuse are still playing out between us on a subtle scale. It's easy for me to over look them as she was a child herself and knew no better and still has not learned, but my logical mind is insufficient where my heart is concerned.
I am learning that a human being not doing, just lets spirit walk her through these things. I did indeed proceed forward to the meeting with my mom, but not so much of a graceful walk as it was a slither in the shadows. This last piece of my puzzle is a finally that closes that chapter of my book forever. I know I have written about the ending of my book already happening, but that was before I realized this chapter is crucial to full healing. I was trying to keep my book clean, happy and white lighted. Unfortunately, life is not that pristine. The sooner I accept that the faster I will recover from the addictions that keep me in a rose colored fantasy.
I guess I will sit back now and let spirit clear the air for me and stir up the dust once again. I will get back in my little row boat and just relax with the waves of life and know that on the other side of fear is my dreams. I will tell myself that over and over again as I heave my breakfast, yesterdays supper and all my childhood emotions up over the side of the boat as each wave rocks my stomach clean.
I am always heading towards the light even if the skies get gray. Look at today as a perfect example.... because the skies are gray I get a day off. Loving the Gray!!
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