How do we hear the whispers of our soul in the midst of deep, unprocessed grief?

 

 

It’s in those quiet moments.  The ones with no other distractions.  Its the feeling deep inside that yearns for peace.

The longing for the ecstasy of pure joy.

The desire for a new experience, adventure, career or to deepen our spiritual practice.

The yearning to belong.

We feel this in the stillness. We hear these whispers from deep inside.

The trouble with unresolved grief is that it takes up so much of our emotional capacity that it can be difficult to open up to what we truly long for.

 

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Through the grieving process, we sometimes begin to take on new beliefs.

Beliefs that tell us, Life is hard or I feel so broken. What if I’m not enough? Why did this happen to me? or It was so long ago, why should I bother trying?

These and many more statements are what we take on and over time, become blocks that keep us from feeling whole and complete.

This state of mind leaves us feeling broken and dis-empowered. However, as we open to our healing journey and begin to make peace with our past, we see that these are statements held in the midst of deep pain.

They are not truths.

We might feel out of alignment and this often becomes a journey of its own.  A seeking to know our truth.

As we become more aware, we begin to realize that we have not been listening to our heart-centered self, our soul.

An easy way to begin to make this shift is to start a gratitude practice.  Whether you write what you’re grateful for in a journal or consciously notice on waking in the morning what you’re grateful for, gratitude changes everything.

We slowly begin to notice the thoughts that used to be “Why did this happen to me?” shift to “Life is happening for me!”

This in itself is empowerment!

 

“In Stillness lives wisdom.
In Quiet you’ll find peace.
In Solitude, you’ll remember yourself.”
– Robin Sharma

Its so true; in the stillness we notice new feelings, thoughts or ideas that will lead us to discovering our true, authentic self.  We feel the sun begin to rise again within our being, with a new sense of joy.  We begin to remember!

 

 

my story of healing the heartache of pregnancy loss

 

 

When we are open to hearing the whispers of our soul, our long-buried emotions can become our greatest messengers of healing and emotional freedom, creating an opportunity to transform our grief and live a more empowered, fulfilling life.

As peace seekers, change makers, visionaries and creatives, we are here to share our medicine in a deep capacity and yet, as the saying goes, we cannot serve from an empty cup.  It is possible to create space for our inner healing and serve others, without losing the sacredness of the journey.  We must learn to sit in the stillness and listen to what is rising from deep within, so we may find our way to inner peace through our intuition, the whispers of our soul.

 

In Conclusion:  

Take some time over the next week to just get quiet.  Getting out in nature always works for me, but do what feels good for you.  In the stillness, allow yourself to be a witness to the whispers from your soul.  What do you long for? What changes are you ready to make? What are you inviting into your life?

 

 

Tracey Swainson is a Reiki healer/teacher and intuitive mentor, passionate about supporting healers and space holders as they heal their heartache of pregnancy loss and the stories that may have been created due to the emotional trauma of their loss. She brings healing both to the spiritual and emotional bodies through intimate, sacred, supportive one on one sessions. It was the emotional and spiritual healing of her own pregnancy loss experiences that fully birthed her into this sacred work. Tracey guides women through their healing journey and holds space for them to awaken to and connect with their Child of Light, so they can birth their powerful work into the world Connect with Tracey via linktree and subscribe to her mailing list to receive monthly doses of heart-centered notes. https://linktr.ee/traceyswainson