Step 2 - How To Retreive Your Golden Thread, Now that You've Found Her
The best way to summon up that part of you that knows you and is you, at core, I've found, is to put yourself in situations that move you and stir your soul. By doing so, repeatedly, you'll get a sense of what it feels like to have her present more of the time. It is, essentially, a meditative practice, in that it draws you in to you in a very peaceful, content way. So, the first thing to do is to list at least 30 things that move your soul. We all have them. here's my list:
THINGS THAT MOVE MY SOUL
-Trees
-Water
-A sacred early morning run
-Writing down my reflections and sacred thoughts
-Hugging my family and other loved ones
-Montauk
-The Adirondacks
-Larchmont Manor Park
-Cornell
-A quiet beach, with the ocean breathing in and out
-Being engulfed in ocean water, as a toy, being bandied about by its waves
-Time spent alone at Starbucks or the book store, in quiet reflection
-Seeing my husband for the first time after a long, hard day
-Music that moves me, inside and out
-Candles
-Waterfalls & water fountains
-Candle baths
-Feeling completely limber, lithe, and well-run
-Dancing
-The smell of baby lilacs in May, outside my kitchen window
-The smell of leather up close
-Walking from Starbucks to my office on a cold morning, so early that the path is mine alone, cupping the sacred warmth of my espresso in the palm of my hands
-Being outside in nature in gentle conditions
-Epiphanies
-Lying on boulders heated by the sun to warm me, in the water at Cornell & elsewhere
-The sound of running water
-God
-The sounds of birds chirping at the quiet times --late evening or early morning
-A flock of birds in flight, the thunderous near-silence of their ebb and flow
-Giant beams of sunlight, breaking through a forest canopy or thicket of clouds (“look boys, there’s God!” I say)
-The laughter of waterfalls
-The dance of light bouncing off the water’s surface, (“look boys, the water’s happy!” I say), as the water beams a joyous smile
-The smile my husband and my boys give only to me
-The energy radiating from my husband's hands
-A massage
-Cold, crisp mountain air -- So quenching it feels like you’re drinking water
Thanks for listening. More to come. Take care, -Jules
WEAVE THE GOLDEN THREAD . . .
Welcome to the place I call "home" in the ether. This blog is all about weaving what I call "the Golden Thread of Me" -- the golden thread of who I am, in the midst of an incredibly rich but perhaps over-full busy life with multiple roles (wife, mother, home, career, etc.) and seemingly infinite commitments on my time and resources. It is a place of self-reflection, self-realization, and learning (I am a voracious learner).
Does this sound like you too? Join me on this journey. Weave your own golden thread.
Wishing you all things good, -Jules
Does this sound like you too? Join me on this journey. Weave your own golden thread.
Wishing you all things good, -Jules
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