I stand at the edge of a crumbling cliff, 500 feet high. To stay is to die. To jump is also to die.
Stuffing, denying and suffering from old psychological wounds is like staying at the edge of that disappearing cliff. Embarking upon the healing journey is like jumping.
What’s a human to do?
Most of us feel that status quo is safe. Yet the ground is falling away beneath our feet! Staying stuck in place actually brings us much more pain than is necessary. There is another choice.
Jumping is the better option, and I’ll tell you why.
I’ve been through this many times in my healing journey, and I know it first-hand. Here’s the secret that only a few intrepid souls know about, because our vision is short-sighted:
WHEN WE JUMP, WE DO NOT DIE, BUT WE DO TRANSFORM!
The second my feet leave the edge of that deadly, high precipice, everything changes. I see the ground far below me, I fall upright, floating like a feather on a breeze, and I see with eagle eyes the exact spot on which my feet will gently touch the ground.
By surrendering to the process and taking that leap of faith, I touch God.
In the instant that I accept the impossible challenge of jumping into the unknown, it becomes known, and I am healed.
Dismissing a childhood of abuse, “forgetting” an attempted rape, refusing to communicate with a divorced parent, or pretending to be a Stepford wife, these are all attempts to deny our past, deny our dark places.
Yet these unlit spaces are a part of us, so they cannot be left behind.
And most importantly, they are actually our gifts in disguise.
Our job is to unwrap these gifts, peeling back the worn, stained, odorous wrappings that keep their true brilliance hidden from us and from the world.
The point of no return, for me, is when I make a conscious decision to move toward my gift. Healing is jumping anyway.
And the miracle of that fateful and faithful leap is that once I step off into the abyss, clarity and safety and ease come to my rescue. Healing becomes mine. I own myself.
I land, and I can move forward with a lighter step and higher purpose in this new place of sunshine and green grass.
If I had a scale, and on one side I placed the weight of our dark fears, hidden pains and silent suffering, and on the other side the vulnerability and discomfort of going through the healing process, the scale would tip decidedly down on the dark fear side. We suffer so much more than we need to, because we don’t know how easy it can be to heal!
The process I go through while approaching the cliff of “death” is simple and certainly not revolutionary. All I really do is slow down and pay attention to myself.
Specifically, I first NOTICE a discomfort or misalignment in my physical body.
Then I LABEL that negative energy or feeling, according to my understanding.
Finally, I EXPRESS the feeling in an authentic way, expelling it from my body and from my life.
This process of noticing, labeling, and expressing brings me awareness, wisdom and clarity. It never fails me.
I trust it, even as I experience the distrust of a child whose father left.
I believe in it, even as I remember the disvelief and shock of a youthful betrayal.
Unfailingly, this forward movement brings me closer to my pure self and my life purpose.
This trust and faith in the healing process is available to everyone. So what’s holding you back? Walk to the edge of your own cliff, and fly!