There are times in life when it feels like there are no solutions. Try as hard as you may, it seems that you just keep slipping back into a rut just as this tire is stuck in the gravel. For me, what usually follows is a lot of flailing, which only makes me sink further into the rut of despair. Then a repeating pattern gets set up and I start spinning in circles and down the rabbit hole I go.
I’ve often described this experience as if I were sitting at the bottom of a very deep well, with only a little patch of blue sky peeking out above me. At those times, I have no idea how I got into the well, and I certainly don’t know how I’m going to get out. Mournful and dejected, I would sit in the bottom, until, sometimes several months later, the mood would lift and out I’d climb.
I decided that this change in mood by chance was not a very effective way to live my life, especially since these drops in mood would often be accompanied by body pains. Sometimes, these pains would be so bad that surgery was needed, which would help for a little while, but then the pain would return, often to the same spot where supposedly the offending tissue or organ had been removed.
What I learned was that I was not listening to what my body was trying to tell me about the situation I was in. I would want things to be one way, and the Universe had higher plans for me, often possibilities that had never even occurred to me. When I learned to start listening to my body, or my reptilian brain, I found myself in far less ruts than before. Also, there were far fewer body pains to have to deal with.
It’s not my fault that I, along with most people, don’t really know how to listen to our bodies. We’re certainly not taught how to do so in Western society as people are in Eastern traditions, and those of indigenous peoples. People who are much more attached to the Earth and its cycles know much better how to read what’s going on in themselves.
Animals, too, seem to have an instinctive knowledge of energy patterns. I have a cat who I call my energy barometer. If I’m dating the wrong guy, or making poor decisions, he pees right in front of the litter box. He’s a perfectly trained litter box cat, and he’s just showing me how #$@!$! I am inside. As soon as I clear the issue at hand, back he goes to using the litter box the way he’s supposed to. I wish he would just write me a note, but he’s showing me the best way that he can what’s going on inside of me.
How do you know when you’re stuck in a rut? Would you share some of your ways of getting out of it, as we all benefit from each others’ knowledge.
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