Soulmate Healing One Day at a Time

Rumi, was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mysticption. Much is written about him.

I am seeking a lot of answers, clarification, and definitions from the universe at large, THE Source, or the Huge Glorious Entity I think of as God. I think God expects us to use resources available to us. So in my search, I read, read, read, sometimes interact. I ask a lot of questions, sometimes almost falling into Field Interviewer mode again.

Sometimes if I read a concept or advisory several times from different sources--well, it starts to sink in. The two current most repeated messages from random sources are: 1st; You must love yourself   2nd; You must be AWARE.

So, I had a day off and decided to "Love My Body" thanks to Mali and Joe via The Soulmate Experience, Chapter 2.

Here is what I did:-) bounder about 5 min, exercise with my coach (85 year old mother) 45 min, then I went for an untimed solo canyon walk.

True to my nature I was attracted to some ruins and noted that the concrete staircase going nowhere reminded me of early post Katrina days, as the dilapidated house reminded me of my early REALTOR days following Katrina.

                                                                                            

Oddly, when I noted the fairly new looking mailbox in front of the dilapidated house I recalled that some places in Alabama remove the mailboxes when a home is unoccupied. (knowledge obtained during a Field Assignment). I also noted that the ground was well fertilized and that though the Horned Toads seem to have moved to friendlier pastures, the Cacti remain.

I continued my solo walk enjoying a glourious day with a perfect blue sky and perfect temperature. Just me, God, and the birds. I lifted my arms and broke out in a song of praise and immediately started crying so hard I couldn't sing. The Soul Doctor was in.

The insight drew me to my knees. It used to be my habit to walk solo, sing and praise.  Well, an incident happened at the church I was attending and I didn't go back. It broke my heart but I felt I couldn't return and I couldn't talk to anyone about it because it would have caused strife in the church. I thought I could maintain a close relationship with God without church, but little by little my praise came less and less often.

Fast forward, fast forward--I had developed a very close, intimate long distance relationship with a person whom at one time we both thought we were soulmates, or even "twin souls". It seemed we were compatible, agreeable, loving and connected. We looked forward to being together. One day, he turned his back on me. Where there were plans, there was nothing. In place of communication, connectiveness and companionship was vast piercing feelings of abandonment, loneliness and confusion.

I didn't have to ask. I knew at that moment in the canyon when I was crying so hard I couldn't sing, that God wanted me to understand how it feels when I, and other humans, His children, turn their backs on Him and won't talk to Him.

Now, dusty, dirty, but feeling cleansed I headed to

(continued at An American in Borger, TX )