What have you been denying yourself? What small, nourishing pleasure? What touched you too deeply, so that you thought the best thing, the only thing, to do was back away?
For me, it’s music.
I love music of all kinds, everything from Gregorian chant to the Beatles. Music stirs my imagination, energizes my body, lifts my spirits. For some complicated, unconscious reason, I have a tendency to deny myself anything I love that much. Why? Because I was afraid of the total abandon I sometimes feel when I listen to music.
I am giving myself a gift. I am going to listen to music, in the morning while I write in my journals, while I work, and just before sleep. (It’s got to be an improvement over cops-and-robbers TV!) And I am going to listen to music for sure when I’m resisting it, because that’s when I need it most.
For me, music is the Voice of God.
Music soothes. Music heals.
More music, please.
(Keep this quote in mind: “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will rule your life, and you will call it fate.” Carl Jung.)
