I had blood drawn this morning. I have always been
terrified of needles. So instead of going to fear, while she was drawing
5 tubes, I just sat there. I said Sharon what is this for you, where did
this come from. I know when I go deep to feel it, I will have something
come up that will be painful. But I have learned to sit with it, go to
the feelings and let it come up so I can move through it. Tears started
to pour down my cheeks. The lady asked me if I was ok. You see the
world thinks that feeling is something bad. Nope, I just feel. And
When I do, it moves me.
It moves through me.
Here is what I get to feel. The pain of when I was a
child. I passed out once when my mom had blood drawn. I was
8. She had huge tubes drawn. ( and I remembered the story)
but never as deep as this morning. Because I choose to ask "Sharon, go
deep.... what is it? keep going"..... the memory came.
Softly it came. I remember that my mom was always
sick. Always at the doctors. Always in a psyche ward. I now
know I was in terror of my mom dying. The healing tears just fell.
So every time I saw needles it triggered that fear.
Wow…..
Thanks for listening. I can today still feel what that
little girl felt. So afraid.
Thank you life, thank you real love, thank you loved ones who
can see me when I am fragile and processing more and still love me...........
Love you. Sharon
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