The Texas heat is about two months early this year, an inferno create come. It is difficult to keep enough in our soil, the plants watered, but if we have this kind of heat and no rain for weeks it looks like a desert. I asked me often, if at the same time in this part of the world was a beach close to the ocean. Plants, people and animals are required to stay hydrated, but seems the weeds thrive especially the crab popping up in my flower beds, grass.
Today, as I was irrigation and pull the crab grass from my flower beds I thought about my struggles with old faith, from time to time pop up yet. Such as the crab grass I thought they were gone, but in the heat of difficult times they resurface.
I found this happens, head of the introduction at a meeting of day break out, I on a summer program school districts for their school counselors Act. As I read it the short version of my achievements was heard part of me very uncomfortable. I was not almost her I, but.
It has me to think that I, all these things and many have done more. Still, I am not on my own experiences or the value of what I have done. When I look back at the things I've done I don't see a way of the dedication, love and service to humanity. I felt more confident that what was I in it arena better would be, when I arrived. Nor have I not myself given credit for the value, I have to in the world bring. I've probably dragged me for that I have done. I so much integration have focused on my trauma experiences, that I my forgot accomplishments.
We have good experiences and bad, are accepted, all must and in the entirety of the were integrated. This new knowledge tells me, that without a connection to the positive and wonderful things that I have done, if the weeds are those resources me their growth to resist helping, to know, I didn't. The crab grass which mean fear takes over and grows in self-doubt, shame, and feeling less than. This drains my energy and my intentions and dreams turned into a dried-up desert where only the crab grass.
I will with my higher self integrity. My call gets put on hold. I stumble and fall into confusion tap in my trauma drawer in the drawer of the experiences that tell me, how awesome I am survived and still have thriving. My flowering experiences seem tainted to minimize grass of the crab and refuse
My struggles continue, as I fight me. This time not so long. This time the crab grass is not so strong. It should just come out. I stand in its place. My tears realizing maintain my heart as compassion for my lack of honor my even grows. Start the parts of myself in this new awareness, the dormant in the sand are burst into blossom and grow.
I thought my trip to the healing of my trauma as a spiral. If I think, I'm back in the same place because I have raised was, I'm really on a different level on the spiral. I think that are parallel and interwoven with my trauma my triumphs, my flowering experience, not on directed was because the trauma was so great. Energy goes where you focus. I see now that the trauma energy is required, the triumphs and flourishing experience which I missed. It is time to focus. I need their wisdom as well. Integration of various kinds has begun.
Deborah Chelette-Wilson, abuse as a child and young adult, has for years come from the fog of confusion, fear, shame, insecurity and self-doubt has fought and prior created when it was experiences unspoken, unprocessed and investment areas in the saliva of the traditional year of therapy. Fight to heal answers, was in the year 1998 as licensed professional consultants. Although helpful not have answers their traditional education which she sought, so that they traumaforschung their own spirituality, psychology, neuroscience, attachment theory, research, family systems theory, human development and epigenetic gene logistics involved. Her personal struggles and healings, it is their professional experience and research now ready and willing to share their stories of healing and thriving. Come to me in learning and practicing this new way of life. More information: http://www.integratingtrauma.com/
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