Before I share the sleep story with you,
Centered around letting go of a day of rejection,
Dismissal,
Heartbreak,
Or abandonment,
Take this time to surrender.
Feel your body in its most comfortable state,
Sinking into the bed,
Knowing that you're in the right place,
Despite having a difficult day.
Taking in a deep breath,
And letting any audible sighs or exhales move through your body,
Feeling the weight of your head on the pillow,
Your shoulders,
Your arms,
Feeling your body as heavy as can be.
Allowing your breath to let your belly rise and fall,
Feeling your hips,
Your legs,
Your ankles,
Your feet,
Sinking deeply into the bed.
Should you still feel agitated,
Deepening your breath,
Maybe rolling the wrists,
Or rolling the ankles,
Or stretching the legs,
Stretching the jaw where we hold so much tension,
And coming into this moment,
Tuning into my voice.
Before we let go of the sting of rejection,
The tangled feeling of a dead end,
Dead root of a tree lying on a beach,
The heaviness that we feel in our bones,
Our breath,
We remember that within the moment,
That we were courageous enough to ask,
Was the aspect of self that can further pull us up?
We recognize that rejection,
Dismissal,
And abandonment are not waves of action that we set into motion,
But they originate from another being.
We cannot control other beings no more than we can control the weather,
Or the unique lines of our blueprinted finger.
Therefore,
We give ownership of that dark,
Heavy feeling to the person or thing that is the source of it.
What if the dismissal,
The rejection,
The sting of no,
The barrier of a slammed door,
Actually has nothing to do with us?
Perhaps we only got to see half of the story,
A quarter of the story,
Or a glimpse.
Many times,
This is the truth.
So we take our courage,
The courage we know we have because we asked or tried in the first place.
We take our wisdom and intuition that we know is wiser than the hurt parts of us.
And like a blanket or a warm,
Flowing ray of sunshine,
We wrap up the wounded ego in it and hold it like a mother holds a baby.
And we rock it as we come into the present moment,
Feeling the temperature of the room or imagining a warm wind coming through an open window.
We taste,
We touch an object near us,
A piece of fabric,
Or a pair of glasses,
Or we even put our hand in our own hand,
Or we place our hand on our heart,
Or on our belly and we breathe in deeply.
We let the exhale fill all of those fearful corners of our being.
And with one or two deep breaths,
We return to self,
To presence.
We wish the one who abandoned us,
We wish them peace and gratitude for teaching us another lesson of life,
Teaching us more about ourselves.
We acknowledge our worth,
That by the loss of an opportunity,
A moment,
A piece of magic,
The loss of love or a relationship that we believe may have enhanced the universe,
That we now have the space,
The time,
The energy,
And the openness to forge that in a new way.
And when that willingness to be open exists in another person or opportunity,
When that person's courage matches your own,
Then something extraordinary will surpass your expectations,
Will come to light.
