I used think women who cried were pathetic. I thought they should just get over it and pull themselves together, as this was how I saw my own emotions. Every feeling I had was buried away, unspoken, and unshared, branded as either a sign of weakness, as regards to crying, or unacceptable, if it was anger. I considered every other feeling bad and dangerous. My exterior had toughened up until I was cold and as hard as an ice queen. I sought people who showed me how to demonstrate my emotions openly and gave me permission to feel angry and cry. I came to understand my body’s language, so, if I felt something, I got real and responded appropriately. If I felt happy and safe, I smiled. If I felt safe and laughed, I opened my mouth wide and laughed wholeheartedly from my belly. If someone tried to disrespect me, I called them on it or walked away. If I felt desire to touch and be touch, I trusted my intuition. No longer confused and distrusting of my sensitivity, I didn’t need to waste my energy fighting and denying how I felt. I was now open to love and intimacy, no longer terrified of it as dangerous, or afraid of rejection, because I felt safe in my ability to know and accept the truth. I was now listening to the whole conversation and all the information I was receiving, so that like the beautiful rhino I could own our greatest strength of all: our emotional instinct to navigate the wilderness and know who is part of our herd.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 18:59:02 +0000
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