As we began the lesson, I was talking with my friend and Feldenkrais instructor about how I was feeling. No one else showed up for the class so I was blessed to have personal attention. There are new things happening in my life. I'm finding they are so new that I often don't have reference points from past experiences to help me understand what is happening and how I feel.
I do know that my ability to perceive and feel things around me is growing. My understanding is that these things have been there all along, and with my new sensitivity, I am becoming aware of them. In recent days I have noticed I am saying to myself, it's safe. It's okay. I am safe. This makes me realize some part of me is NOT feeling safe with these changes and my growing awareness of different energy frequencies. At times I feel like crying, but I can't put my finger on anything in particular as to why.
My friend said None of us really know what it is like to feel safe. When I thought about this, it made sense. We get used to things in our lives; we get comfortable with certain energy frequencies because we are around them and they are familiar, but that doesn't mean we feel safe in them.
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Last night I was talking with a client with whom I am trading services. I told him I had an intense day and wasn't thinking clearly. He suggested an activity to help release negative energy. It is interesting that when we think of intense, most of the time it automatically means negative to us. In my case yesterday, it didn't mean that. I am dealing with many new things in my life. Although these are good, and exciting, they are still new to me, and it takes time to adjust and become comfortable with them.
In dealing with these new energy frequencies, I'm becoming more sensitive on many levels. Some of what I feel is different from what I have been used to experiencing, by only a small amount. Some times I mistake the feeling for something old and give it a label that is not accurate. This means it takes me longer to understand what is happening and adjust to it.
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I grew up on a farm in central Washington from the time I was 3 to when I was 12 and my earliest memories are living there. My next older brother is almost 3 years older than I and my next younger one is almost 4 years younger. I played a lot by myself, and with those brothers. Because we lived out in the country, I saw my friends mostly at school and did not have them come to my house to play very much.
There were two houses on the property and I remember living in both of them. The one I remember first was one story and L shaped. There weren't any trees close by, but I remember we planted a big branch (maybe 4 or 5 inches in diameter) off the weeping willow tree that grew near the other house.
There were mountains to the south called saddle mountains, and I remember spending hours out in the yard studying them through the binoculars, especially where the dip was that gave them their name. I would prop the binoculars on an old frame for a baby swing to keep them steady. I had heard stories from older brothers who had hiked up those mountains, but I had never been there. It was desert country, so they were mostly bare, with only a few patches of scrawny trees here and there.
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