Permission to Feel

 The best way out is always through.   Robert Frost

One of the ways I shame myself is by believing the ‘should’s: I should feel this way, I shouldn’t still feel that way, I should get a grip, I shouldn’t feel my feelings.

There are no shortcuts to getting through a tough time. Grief has many faces, no matter how I think it ‘should’ look, or how I think I ‘should not’ react. I have self-awareness, but that doesn’t always take the burden off of my “pain body”, as Eckhart Tolle calls it.

Finding the gratitude in little things is an enormously important task, when those times of heaviness threaten my inner serenity.

Today, I am grateful for those simple things which allow me to feel my feelings. I’m grateful for people who love me, for a working vacuum cleaner, for a clean sink, for great books and silly videos. For enough quarters to do my laundry, for the way fresh sheets feel when I get into bed, for taking responsibility for my own happiness.

I’m grateful for the power of The Power, showing me in so many ways that all is well, all is well.