All good things come in small doses. Like the way the sun peaks out to greet us each morning, like the sound of summer corn in the fields as it pops with new growth each night, like the slow and sure pregnancy coming to term. Small doses, subtle shifts to gently awaken us.
I hear a similar story from clients as they tearfully tell their story, so grateful for others ears that hear, gentle faces that encourage and those steady ones who hold the space for the “new birth.” The story goes something like this…
“I was living with him 20 years ago. We had just bought a home together and were about to be engaged. I was thriving in my business. Then everything went wrong. Like something cracked or broke, but I didn’t know what. I realized I was trapped, alone, screaming but no one seemed to hear me. I was surrounded by strangers that I thought were my friends. “ The tears flow and the tissues come out, as she continues.
“I went through the motions each day, feeling like I was in a fog of pea soup. I was getting my car worked on one day, listening to Shawn Colvin the singer songwriter tune, ‘The Story.’ I didn’t consciously know the words, but I couldn’t stop singing or listening to the song.”
“All these years later, I realize that was a step towards my awakening… I read the lyrics recently and was stunned. My body knew what my brain was unable to process. A song like that helped me find my way to healing. It began a journey into experiences leading me right here and now.”
Here are the words, written by Shawn Colvin, singer-songwriter:
“The Story”
Well we pounded the pavement between
dotted lines
But we always belonged to the
fugitive kind
We were never the best but we were
better than this
To be made to bow down among princes
I got thrown around hallways and
bedrooms and towns
And you run from that voice and
it drags you around
It don’t matter the ruse or the
weapons we choose
There is only one thing that can free us
Oh so here I am
The lion and the lamb
I was born to be telling this story
I could only be telling this story
I will always be telling this story
Well our father married our
mother too young
And he took on a world like a
fortunate son
But in the cellar downstairs waiting
for the bomb scare
He would hide from us under the kitchen
Where she simmered so soft with
her weapons of tin
And like so many suppers she just
gave us to him
And he never did guess in her cast
iron dress
She was burning beyond recognition
Oh it’s not over yet
I can’t forget
I am going to be telling this story
I was born to be telling this story
I will always be telling this story
Sometimes I feel so reckless and wild
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
I gave nobody life, I am nobody’s wife
And I seem to be nobody’s daughter
So red is the color that I like the best
It’s your Indian skin and the badge
on my chest
The heat of my pride
The lips of a bride
The sad heart of the truth
And the flag of youth
And blood that is thicker than water
I was made to be telling this story
I was born to be telling this story
I am going to be telling this story
I could only be telling this story
I will always be telling this story ~ Shawn Colvin, Singer/songwriter
It doesn’t take much to read between those lines. Maybe it’s a book you read, or a movie you see, or a fight you witness or the interaction between parent and child. Maybe it’s the first time you use Emotional Freedom Technique, EFT Tapping. Awakening is happening all the time. We are gently called forth, to witness, to unfold, to tell our story. Thank God that healing happen in small doses, that healing happens in partnerships. And that healing comes from telling your story.
A little goes a long, long way!
I look forward to meeting the Empowered Essential You,
SusanJoy
SusanJoy Grieco
