November 28, 2024
Committee Suit:
I am the the one who is guided by the light.
I am the one leaving all my earthly duties, beliefs and burdens behind.
I am the one who finds my own safe connection in the divine, as you and I both find our special connection too.
There’s always been safety in disconnection and sometimes that’s OK too.
Having a higher power that sends a beam of light to my heart creates giddy ease inside me. True peace.
A place to hang out.
I am the one who thanks you for your reminder yesterday by showing me your powerful light.
I am the one who can always come back to myself.
November 28, 2024
Committee Suit:
I am the the one who is behind the door in my own universe, yet I can still see what’s outside the door. I am the one who titrates between connection and disconnection.
Behind the door is where I find peace, where there is no pressure from outer forces.
I can read, write, dream and imagine, taking myself to the depths of the sea and the outer dimensions of our solar system.
I am the one who has always recharged in solace and silence, yet I question if I’m truly and introvert or this space of disconnection from others brings safety to my sensitive system and this is really what my retreating is all about.
For now I am one who continues to look outside the door as an observer, and deeper inside myself to find freedom from inhibitions and dysregulation.
Going inward is a gift that brings me closer to the divine, closer to my Self.
November 17, 2024
Committee Suit:
I am the the one who Is is free to imagine and wonder when we co-regulate together.
This brings safety, relaxation, an open heart and door for anything.
November 12, 2024
Committee Suit: My Wounded Exiles
I am the the exiles who hold the deepest wounds.
I wrap my wounds in white gauze to help me hold all the pain, grief and sorrow. It’s too heavy to hold on my own anymore.
We are the ones ready to tell more of our stories so our protectors stand back behind the curtain on stand by to give us the chance to say what we need to say.
I am the exile with a broken heart, scared and alone, afraid of abandonment and losing the people I love. My attachment wounds run so deep, it’s like my heart bleeds the fear, chaos and fragments.
I am another exile whole pelvic area hold the wounds of what the boy did to me, which is something held in subconscious secrecy for over 50 years.
I am the exile whose mouth is bound and covered and still not ready to talk. I may be part of the two other exiles who holds more details of their stories. I’m not ready to say yet.
The other little one holding the remote control is the one who helps us tell the stories in bite sized bits so we don’t get overwhelmed.
November 11, 2024
Committee Suit: Transitions
I am the the one who is transitioning at the same time you do.
Both of us moving closer to our freedom and light.
I don’t know who I’ll be when you’re gone yet. I know as long as I stay in connection to myself, I have the capacity to find my way.
I am the one who’s dedicated my life to putting you first and now it’s my turn to do what’s best for me.
I am the one who can discover and tend to my needs, my wishes, my desires with a clean open slate.
I am the one who sees you dancing and laughing—taking all your fabulousness with you and leaving the mental illness behind. You too will be free.
I am the one who is free.
November 10, 2024
Committee Suit: Emerging
I am the the one emerging as I leave the tape recordings of my burdens, beliefs and trauma habits behind little by little.
I am the one being delivered into the light.
I am the one whose time is now to ring my bell in celebration of how far I’ve already come.
Another beginning where flowers bloom and butterflies fly.
My heart is cracking open to all of it.
All the tenderness, all the sorrow, all the grief, all the aliveness, coming unfrozen and holding all of it like I would a newborn baby.
I am the reconnecting to my true Self.
November 1, 2024
Committee Suit: ME
I am the the one who can feel the aliveness and joy in childhood pastimes.
I am the one energized and embodied, full of excitement and play.
These are some of my favorite things frozen in time and coming alive again.
I am the one who was attached to my pogo stick, jumping high in the air, as high as I could get it to go with the force of my body.
I am the one who learned how to ride a bike without training wheels as I flew down our street alone for the first time.
I am the one who love to twirl my baton—feeling it rotate and swing between my fingers.
I am the one who’s alive, engaged, joyful, exuberant.