Inside me there is a lot of turmoil right now. Momentous life changes that occurred in the past 2-6 years. And I’ve fallen custom to all the outside noise to try to calm the inner storm. But here’s what I’ve found in the last two weeks, if I stop and look deep down into that well inside of me, there’s a stillness. Waiting to be acknowledged. Waiting to be heard.
I haven’t completely shut out the outside noise, but day-by-day I find I’m building my own little soundproof room where I can listen to that intuition, explore those dreams, and open up that soul. It ain’t easy, because we are bombarded every day for our attention. But I like it a lot in this little cosy room.
I am sorry you are experiencing turmoil. When my eldest initiated the estrangement between she and I is when I initiated my practice of checking in with myself multiple times, daily. So, I set a timer on my phone with a cute little message" what are you thinking? " It is set to remind me every hour on the hour. This allowed me to manage all of those feelings that felt like a free-fall into the abyss. I am now in a comfortable, peaceful place both interneally and externally. If any of this provides help to you, then I am honored to have been able to offer my thoughts and words.
This is GOLD. I taught real Yoga - yeah, I said REAL - for 21 years. ! I've been saying this for YEARS. Whether anyone ever heard me is another matter. Because people would rather listen to someone they think is cool on the internet.
Oh friend, I hear you. People will skip right past the ones who’ve actually lived the thing and run straight to whoever’s shouting the loudest online. But here’s the wild part. The women who are ready for truth eventually circle back to the ones who were saying it all along. They finally recognize the difference between performance and lived wisdom.
You were teaching the real thing for 21 years. That kind of depth doesn’t vanish. It lives in your bones. And when you speak from that place, the women who are done with the noise can feel it. They’re listening now, even if they couldn’t hear you back then.
I don't know how I stumbled upon your wise transmission of what matters. But it couldn't have come at a time when I needed it more.
So much in my life, my family life, is tumultuous, overwhelming and frightening at present. Not quite estrangement from my adult daughter, but it feels we may be heading that way.
And I welcome the reminder to come back to my self, rather than looking for solutions, answers, or magical formulae somewhere out there.
I recognise the value in being open to some kinds of support from others, in their holding, or listening, or being with me.
But advice? No, not that. It often makes me feel worse: misunderstood, or inadequate, or ungrateful, or pressurised, or disempowered, or frustrated...or.....I'm sure there are more ways advice has made me feel worse...
(Autocorrect wrote disempowered as disemboweled just now. Yes, possibly that too).
I'm grateful to have read your wise words today. Thank you 🙏🏻
Oh sweetheart, I hear every word of this. That tightrope you’re walking with your daughter? I know that terrain, and it can make even the strongest among us feel wobbly in the knees.
What you wrote about coming back to yourself — that’s the gold. That’s the part nobody can give us and nobody can take from us. And you’re right… advice rarely helps. Half the time it lands like a brick. The other half it lands like judgment wearing a smile.
But a presence — someone simply sitting with you while you breathe through the fear — that can be medicine.
I’m glad my words found you today. Not because I have answers, but because sometimes it just helps to be reminded you’re not the only one trying to hold the pieces of a complicated love together.
And autocorrect giving you disemboweled?
Honestly, that feels a little too on-the-nose for what this stuff can feel like.
Inside me there is a lot of turmoil right now. Momentous life changes that occurred in the past 2-6 years. And I’ve fallen custom to all the outside noise to try to calm the inner storm. But here’s what I’ve found in the last two weeks, if I stop and look deep down into that well inside of me, there’s a stillness. Waiting to be acknowledged. Waiting to be heard.
I haven’t completely shut out the outside noise, but day-by-day I find I’m building my own little soundproof room where I can listen to that intuition, explore those dreams, and open up that soul. It ain’t easy, because we are bombarded every day for our attention. But I like it a lot in this little cosy room.
Again, so glad to have stumbled upon you.
I am sorry you are experiencing turmoil. When my eldest initiated the estrangement between she and I is when I initiated my practice of checking in with myself multiple times, daily. So, I set a timer on my phone with a cute little message" what are you thinking? " It is set to remind me every hour on the hour. This allowed me to manage all of those feelings that felt like a free-fall into the abyss. I am now in a comfortable, peaceful place both interneally and externally. If any of this provides help to you, then I am honored to have been able to offer my thoughts and words.
This is GOLD. I taught real Yoga - yeah, I said REAL - for 21 years. ! I've been saying this for YEARS. Whether anyone ever heard me is another matter. Because people would rather listen to someone they think is cool on the internet.
Oh friend, I hear you. People will skip right past the ones who’ve actually lived the thing and run straight to whoever’s shouting the loudest online. But here’s the wild part. The women who are ready for truth eventually circle back to the ones who were saying it all along. They finally recognize the difference between performance and lived wisdom.
You were teaching the real thing for 21 years. That kind of depth doesn’t vanish. It lives in your bones. And when you speak from that place, the women who are done with the noise can feel it. They’re listening now, even if they couldn’t hear you back then.
OMG, thank you. I needed to read this! Happy i found your writing. 🙏🏼
I don't know how I stumbled upon your wise transmission of what matters. But it couldn't have come at a time when I needed it more.
So much in my life, my family life, is tumultuous, overwhelming and frightening at present. Not quite estrangement from my adult daughter, but it feels we may be heading that way.
And I welcome the reminder to come back to my self, rather than looking for solutions, answers, or magical formulae somewhere out there.
I recognise the value in being open to some kinds of support from others, in their holding, or listening, or being with me.
But advice? No, not that. It often makes me feel worse: misunderstood, or inadequate, or ungrateful, or pressurised, or disempowered, or frustrated...or.....I'm sure there are more ways advice has made me feel worse...
(Autocorrect wrote disempowered as disemboweled just now. Yes, possibly that too).
I'm grateful to have read your wise words today. Thank you 🙏🏻
Oh sweetheart, I hear every word of this. That tightrope you’re walking with your daughter? I know that terrain, and it can make even the strongest among us feel wobbly in the knees.
What you wrote about coming back to yourself — that’s the gold. That’s the part nobody can give us and nobody can take from us. And you’re right… advice rarely helps. Half the time it lands like a brick. The other half it lands like judgment wearing a smile.
But a presence — someone simply sitting with you while you breathe through the fear — that can be medicine.
I’m glad my words found you today. Not because I have answers, but because sometimes it just helps to be reminded you’re not the only one trying to hold the pieces of a complicated love together.
And autocorrect giving you disemboweled?
Honestly, that feels a little too on-the-nose for what this stuff can feel like.
I’m right here with you.
Thank you so much for the gift of your reply to me, Monica. It's a blessing to feel the connection with your presence and generosity of spirit 🙏🏻
This found me today. Thank you. Perfect words. I am so exhausted by the energy online at the moment. This was a cool drink of water.