I had booked the first week of January off work to lay the foundation of meeting my intention. My plan was to spend the week between Christmas and New Years re-organizing the chapters of my book and then this week creating the bridges between the three core areas. Most of the writing is completed. It’s the structure I’ve been struggling with, but, a coaching session over the phone with the amazing Elizabeth in Australia, and I had finally found clarity.
And then, January 1 happened.
Well actually, it began with the flu between Christmas and New Years and then January 1 happened.
Every year, I find a word that will be my guidepost for the year’s meditations, reflections and actions. In truth, it’s more a case of the word finding me. It rises up out of the mists of meditation and through contemplative journalling. In the past, the word has had more to do with me and my relationship with the world around me — Flow. AtOnement. Redemption. Rejoice. Surrender. They have all been words that found me and guided me over the years.
This year’s word was different. It is self-directed. An inner way of being that I don’t do very well.
When it first rose up, it appeared as Take Care. I knew it had the essence of what I needed to focus on this year, but it wasn’t quite sitting right. I created a journal page, did some contemplative writing on it but it still didn’t resonate as clearly as I knew it needed to become my word for the year. Until my neck went out of alignment on New Year’s Day that is, and the word got really, really clear.
I need to practice good self-care to create the life, and the world, I want to experience.
Not my forte. I tend to disregard the signs my body sends me that it is feeling under duress. I tend to push away intonations that my body is feeling tired, worn down or simply in need of a break.
Even though my brain likes to tell me I am invincible, or I can ‘get over it’, my body knows what I need. My body holds more wisdom than my thinking.
C.C. and I spent Saturday in the Emergency. I’d awoken in tears. Well, actually I didn’t really wake up as I hadn’t fallen asleep, my neck hurt so much.
He drove me to my chiropractor’s who is open on Saturday mornings only to discover that this year, his offices were closed over the holiday break for renovations.
I knew I couldn’t go back home without doing something about the pain, so C.C. drove me to the Sheldon Chumir Emergency Care Centre where I got amazing treatment. The staff were really supportive and couldn’t have been more responsive.
Then again, for someone who doesn’t cry in public, I sure did a lot of crying that morning and I think they may have taken pity on me!
C.C. had to phone and cancel our dinner guests that evening as I was not capable of entertaining anyone (Chalk one up to good self-care — I might have tried to power through it in the past.) When my beautiful friend Michelle heard of my plight, she offered up her services (she’s a massage therapist and acupuncturist). Yesterday, I found some relief and will continue on with treatment to ensure my neck has what it needs to heal.
As for my plans, well, they’re going to have to find a way to be content with waiting while I learn to practice good self-care.