Sweep it Away!

Every once in a while I will be in the middle of some mundane activity like washing dishes or vacuuming and I will drop in and eavesdrop on my thoughts. I have become pretty good at paying attention to my thoughts and guiding them to where I want my conciousness to reside (in love, peace, transformation, gratitude, abundance) and away from the gunk (fear, criticism, absence of love, negativity, lack). There is always room for improvement, and moments in which I am not aligned with love. It's all part of the journey and a wonderful opportunity to move back to where I want to be- feeling good.

The other day I was sweeping and realized that sometimes I dredge up critical comments that people have made about me or invent criticisms I think they might be saying or thinking about me right now. While that is a) not useful to staying in the present moment, it is also b) ridiculous. This I know.

What I didn't realize is that I do this when I am being critical of me. It's like I was looking for a scape goat to voice my cricism so I could feel bad about what someone else said (and not necessarily what I say about myself). It is always triggered by me wanting to self criticise. By moving a few layers deeper, I can find what I am upset with myself for.

What I love about my work is that when there is a pattern that doesn't belong, it can be easily shifted with a variety of tools that I use to facillitate healing on all levels: emotional, spiritual, physical and mental. Since it's all connected anyway, one affects all the others. Talk about a rich opportunity to practice what I preach! So right there in the middle of the dining room floor with broom in hand, I used Matrix Energetics to release the pattern.

These days, I am feeling softer with myself, more forgiving, and less willing to invest energy in labeling what I do (or don't do). When memories of crappy statements from myself or others surface I tell myself only I can decide if they are true or not. (This echoes the magnificant work The Four Agreements, which I have a hankering to reread again.) Since I know that I am always changing, nothing sticks anymore.

I am rubber, you're glue...