Life is an ebb and flow of ‘up’ times and ‘down’ times. There are times where we are full of energy, creativity and productivity, and times when we are lacking it.
We live in a society that glorifies the ‘up’ times, and rejects the ‘down’ times; a society that makes us feel good about ourselves if we are look fabulous, are successful at work and are super-mums and amazing wives, but when we’re lacking in these things, when the ‘tide is out’ and we need down time to pull back and find ourselves again, it can he hard for us to feel good about it.
Like most women I struggled with this for many years. I derived my self-esteem from what I could give others, not what I could give myself. I felt the constant pressure to overachieve, and prove my worth through hard work and being responsible.
Being an empath also made me particularly sensitive to other’s needs, and being a psychic made it even worse because I couldn’t only feel what other’s wanted of me, I could read their thoughts!
In the past years though I’ve been much more successful at carving out ‘Belinda space’ and not being influenced by the needs and expectations of others. I still show up in many different roles during the day – mother, wife, medical intuitive, teacher, medium, healer – but I try as much as I can to anchor myself in my energy and maintain my own space.
Also when I’m in a ‘down’ phase I try my best to be loving towards myself about it. I’ve learnt to sink into the stillness and emptiness of these times and enjoy the dark. The space is so vast in a ‘down’ phase that if we can learn to appreciate it and flow with it, we can experience the almost, orgasmic deliciousness of nothingness.
And from nothingness springs new life: new ideas, projects and versions of yourself…
Don’t let other people’s opinions or expectations of you influence your self-worth. You are worthy of love, beauty, abundance and joy because you exist and are a gorgeous being of light. Not because other people approve or disapprove of you.
with love,
BelindaP.S. The photo in this blog post is a picture of my daughter holding two roses. Some years ago our beloved cat passed away, and we buried him in the backyard with a rose bush. Almost overnight the roses grew to incredible heights, and no amount of pruning can keep the rose bush at bay!
Our deceased cat’s body has provided for us new life and beauty in our garden, and every time I see his rose bush, I think of how life is made up of cycles of life and death, ebb and flow. And how perfectly magical it is…
