09/22/2022
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Earlier in the year a friend told me about this mysterious woman she knew, Irene. She was in her late 70’s, a Licensed therapist, and a Shaman. Fascinating doesn’t even begin to describe her. The stories about Irene completely captivated me and I asked for her contact info. The way she held sessions was not your typical talk therapy model. Each appointment I’d get cozy, close my eyes, and we’d begin to guide my higher self into my body. The first session we landed a few places before we entered my heart. She made a lot of noises as we were exploring and I could always tell she saw something before I ever did. This was the case with my heart. She let out an “ahhh yes. Let’s explore here.” I entered a dark cave, so dark I could barely see. Until suddenly I started to notice art work displayed all over the cave’s walls. It was mine. Stories, poems, and drawings I had created as a child/teen. I could see myself walking through the cave admiring what I had made. Irene asked if I wanted to stay in my heart or move on? I hesitated, even though I knew I didn’t want to leave. So I bravely said “stay”. “Good,” she said. “Let’s stay.” I started to see myself placing a candle beneath each piece of art, lighting the wick, and watching the glow of the flame illuminate each piece. Once every piece was on display, I saw myself find a seat in the blue blow up chair I had in my bedroom as a kid. I sat there and admired what I had made, no one needed to tell me it was good or beautiful. It was enough just for me. We stayed in that cave until the end of the session and returned often. I didn’t know it then, but decorating the walls of my heart would soon take on a life of its own💛
