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SelfLove365, Year 2, Day 335: (heaven + earth)

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Sometimes I need to feel the energy of the Earth: my feet planted firmly on the ground, my arms around my favourite tree, the sound of leaves rustling, or waves crashing. Grounded.

Other days I am looking for a grander sense of being, of connection to the universe, of nothingness, of silence, of grandiose realism, and quiet fantasy.

Often I can sense myself floating somewhere in the middle. I question my existence, and keep on going.

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SelfLove365, Year 2, Day 257: Solidity

When I am in fear, do this check-list:

  1. Sense my feet and feel the ground beneath me. Does it feel solid? It is supporting me. Even if nothing else, the Earth supports me.
  2. Check my breath. Am I breathing? Take a solid in-breath and a solid out-breath and sense the air filling and leaving my lungs. The air is supporting me, giving me life.
  3. Feel my heart. Is it beating? Place my hands on my chest and feel the solid pumping of my heart, moving blood through my body. My heart is supporting me, keeping me alive.

These things are solid. These are things I can depend on as long as I am alive. Ground. Breath. Heart. In these things, I can feel safety.

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SelfLove365, Year 2, Day 213: Finding My Ground

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The point of contact between the soles of my feet and the earth.
Breathing into each chakra, ending with the first, allowing my energy to settle from my head into my core.
Being held: secure, safe, steady and supported.
Reminding myself that I am safe in this moment.

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SelfLove365 Year 2, Day 3: Grounded

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It was all she could do to feel her feet on the ground. Never mind that. She completely forgot to feel her feet on the ground. She completely forgot she even had feet. She spent the day in her head. She spent the day in the future. She spent the day worried and scared and in fear of rejection. She spent the day doing things, keeping busy so her fears would leave, even for a second. She cleaned, she cooked, she hugged her children and played Battleship. But those pesky thoughts kept coming back and reminding her that this time tomorrow, she could be old news. Trash thrown out the back door – forgotten. But wait, she reminded herself, this is the old story. She reminded herself that she is who she is, whether or not she’s rejected by another. She’s strong. She’s capable. She’ll manage. She knows how connecting with someone doesn’t mean forgetting others and throwing them away. Except that the voices in her head try to convince her that she’s wrong and that that’s exactly what she did, herself. Those voices are wrong. Those voices are wrong. Those voices are wrong! There was no throwing away. There was a realization, a truth revealed, an understanding, and then a moving on. She finds herself desperately wanting to know what’s happening elsewhere, to be a fly on the wall, or bigger than that. Except that would probably be even harder, truthfully, than not knowing at all. She can’t wait for the day to end, to move on from the thoughts swirling in her head, keeping her from connecting to her power, to the Source, to Earth. She finally presses play, lets the music flood in, the tears flow out, and her feet can finally feel the ground.

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