Heal Your Heart

Painting this while thinking of someone precious to my heart.

What are you doing to, “Heal Your Heart?” We have to allow ourselves to feel all the emotions of the harder circumstances we may be in. If we don’t and we keep bearing that pain then those circumstances begin to present themselves in our bodies. Like a foreign object or splinter that doesn’t come out and keeps swelling and creating pain. Bricks of pain weighing us down.

Pretty soon the pain becomes our normal and we forget what it feels like to be unencumbered by that pain. We live, now, shackled by pain. Is that what you want?

Let’s face it there ARE some things we cannot gab about with our friends or with our family. We choosee to carry it alone. If that is the case then start doing something to release that pain. Find a mentor, a wellness coach. Call me. I will listen and help with ideas.

There are three things that I love to do to work out some of the pains in my life. Just the other day I shared the intimacies of some pains from my past. The person looked at my face. I mean really looked at me. And said, “What practices or modalites do you go to? Your face carries no pain, no stress, no wrinkles.” I told him, “One is to dance, the second is to journal and the third is to paint.”

When my children were young and the energies were colliding I could put on Poveratti and together we would dance. And in those moments a physical release.

I have been journaling since I was 14 years old. A collection of writing to God. Writing out scripture when I have no words. Crying out to God in my darkest of days. Celebrating, through writing some of my greatest life events.

Painting, painting, and more painting. I will never forget when I was 15 years old and my mom brought home a desk for my bedroom. A 2nd desk, as I already had one. I guess I complained enough that I always had to clean up my art projects to do homework. Bless my mother’s soul. She bought me a darling writing style desk to keep all of my art and paint and craft and cutting and gluing and creating all in one place. From that day on as long as I lived at home I did not have to clean up my mess.

Sometimes painting on whatever holds paint.

That is how I process the circumstances in my life. And in that process there always seems to be some profound awakening that comes out in my dancing, in my writing and in my painting. There is this endorphin release as if I had just run 10 to 15 miles. I know that release. I used to be a runner. Believe me when I tell you there is no difference between the physical energy release and the emotional release.

When my children were young it was important to me to learn and understand what they were uniquely passionate about. Why was this important? It was important because every day, on most days, for about an hour they were each sent to a quiet place in the house. They learned, as young toddlers, to take that time to be quiet. To be away from the noise. To be away from each other. To have a break and to learn how to center themselves. Doing what they love they would get lost in their own thoughtful process.

Emily taking her time to music.

Music was her heart. (And still is). Off into another room Emily and her brother Elliot writing, playing instruments.

I have one child that is deaf. He loved to look at catalogs with musical instruments. He had two older siblings who were musical and although he could not hear he was always at the very front of the audience to watch.

What are you doing to manage, care and heal your heart?

If you are in a process of walking through the dark dense woods. Please allow me to come along and carry that load with you. Let’s find your God given gifts to release it all.

May your heart, soul and mind find peace.

Elizabeth Traub. Text me: 503-686-1109.

Working alongside my clients to develop a strategic plan to design and market their product or service in the correct markets.

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