Taking My Own Medicine

September 19, 2011

This past month brought me some sharp and unexpected heartache and has left me feeling like a turtle stuck on her back, my protection in a useless place and my vulnerable parts bared to predators. 

I'm still processing what happened and perhaps one day will be able to write about it, but today's not that day.  All I can say at the moment is that after being dosed with cruel words and hurtful actions and questioning my sanity and worth in the face of them, I'm feeling the need for kindness and wisdom and a return to the source of me.  Which led me back to a letter I wrote to myself a year and a half ago, one to be used at exactly this kind of moment.

I'm reposting it both to remind myself of some important truths and, in case it might be good timing for you, to encourage you to take a little time and write your own letter to self, to be used in your own hour of need.

If you do write something to yourself and would like to share all or part of it here, please do.

In the meantime, may the following be balm for both you and me, so that your feet can once again be on the ground and your face up and smiling in the sun and the wind.