With the holidays in plain view, many grievers are gearing up for the absolute worst time of their year—cold months where seemingly everyone around them is in warm, good cheer, as perhaps they themselves used to be during this season, yet they can no longer relate. Feeling quite opposite of cheery, they feel the despair of feeling somehow misplaced. Misunderstood. Missing.
According to Kelly Behrend, everything fits into the chakra system— trauma, personal healing, books, even social justice and activism. Racism, for example, is a root chakra issue, while sexism and LGBTQ equality is a sacral chakra deal.
They say this as I’m sobbing and the clock is going around and around and I’m certain I won’t stop until it does. For the first time ever, I wish it would.
Have you ever felt more alive than when bringing something to life, in whatever form? Have you ever felt happier than when admiring one of your own creations—whether a child, a painting, or a gourmet meal? I sure as hell haven’t! Whatever your particular kind of fancy, it feels intrinsically damn good to give genesis to something.
It was almost exactly a year after my mom had passed. I was 31, living in a three-bedroom house alone in Phoenix. I had a fridge full of booze and fast food. My social interactions were few and hollow. I didn’t have a job and writing, my one true passion, had become purposeless for me—everything had.
“You’ve come through the worst of it, that’s what I’m hearing. You’ve come through the worst of it by far.” That’s what my guardian angel said. She told it to Ivory LaNoue and Ivory LaNoue told it to me. Like a game of telephone, I wondered if it was true.
We are a people who want to have our cake and eat it too. Spiritually speaking, this means we desire to live a high life of Love, but we also want to hold tight to our lowly ego desires, grievances, and fears. We want to be our highest self (Love-based) as much as we don’t want to let go fully of our lower self (fear-based), so we rationalize being a little of both.