Integral Healing Arts

Anyone feel like they could use some extra TLC? This season whether it’s for a friend a lover, your family or you! Give the space to feel your way into the art of healing. 🩵🕊️🧿

A year came and went. I thought today was 365 days. But yesterday was…which means today is the last day of my 7 day count down of SELF-DISCOVERY THRU RECOVERY and the 1st day of the rest of my life.

Count Down! Day 2 out of 7 aka 364 days of SELF-DISCOVERY THRU RECOVERY The truth is… I am an addict. Mostly booze/alcohol. But long periods of daily ma*****na use. Ci******es off and on since I was 15/16… yuck. And the day I got fired, I poured the bottle of gin out in the gutter my street. And I shuttered with Shame, grief, humiliation, devastation, confusion, relief, anger, clarity, embarrassed but I felt free.

And I started counting days, sometimes hours, mostly weeks. Weeks turned into months. A year.

364 days. 52 weeks. 12 months.

Suggestions:

Choose to notice when you want/ would have a drink. Take note. Make a different choice. Witness the felt sense. Connect to Center. Love. Integral Healing. Craft. Design. Implement strategies. Adapt when s**t gets weird. Acknowledge feeling. Disconnect when necessary. Integrate Love.

Yeeee

Happy almost anniversary to me!

But I am safe. I am serene. I am surrounded by nature. I can go to the river under a blackened sky and soak in a natural hot spring and plunge into a mountain river and I can take deep, conscious breaths…

I can transform my energy into synergy and potent vitality to carry on. I can dance and move freely. I can write poetry or quietly sing. Today, I sat with the elders and remembered we are all in this together.

PEACE FOR ALL 🤲🏽🕊️🫶🏽🕊️✌🏽

Mondays are my new Sundays. I’ve extended my weekends into all aspects of my week. I use spaciousness as a strategy to create time to stretch, to roll out tension, to sit in silence, to write and to eat mindfully.

Here are some of my modes and methods for self care—

Movement: yoga, Anya, dance, steel mace work out, basketball, yard work, cleaning the house, biking and walking.

Massage: rolling out (styrofoam roller & Yoga Tune Up balls), tapotement, massage gun, thai partner massage and dry brushing.

Meditation: Seated, standing, brushing teeth, when chewing, in between thoughts, in conversation… exercising the pause. The breath is my guide.

Motivation: Goals, rituals, ceremony, setting intentions, aligning with my preferences.

Metta: Loving Kindness

The peal back to reveal: over the days, weeks into months of sobriety, I had so many moments to quietly recognize when I would have a drink.

I didn’t write it down; I didn’t tell anyone; I didn’t go to meetings— but I was looking for proof that I am an addict! I swear I have a problem. I had lost my composure. I was suffering in my buzzed state. I was hiding from things I didn’t want to see/deal with/understand.

My recovery wasn’t about 12-steps or even being sober really— it was about self discovery.

https://taijamar.com/blog/2023/11/11/the-peal-back-to-reveal