Today it’s my pleasure to share an article written by my friend, Reba Linker. Read on to learn how Reba has learned to access joy through diving deep into a well of sacred feminine healing.
What brings joy, really?
Easy answer: the people, places and things that make us joyful. We can watch a funny movie, dance, sing, cradle a baby, help a friend, etc. And if all else fails we can play with a sweet puppy!
But eventually the puppy will need to take a nap, and what if there are no funny movies playing? Then where’s our joy? Must we run out in search of something else?
Joy is a pretty picture, but the picture doesn’t tell the whole story. In ballet we delight in the dancers’ airborne flights. What freedom! What joy! But every dancer knows that a leap is created in the plié, the preparation for the jump that presses into the earth in order to release the body like a spring into the air.
There is no leap without its plié, and there is no true joy without springing the bonds that hold us down. We may strain upwards, towards joy, but paradoxically we must go deep in order to create release and flow.
For there is a sense of joy that encompasses ALL the emotions. Emotions flow through us like water flowing through a riverbed; true joy is experiencing all the bends and turns of the river, the slow and the quick, without getting stuck in any one spot.
This kind of joy doesn’t seek the next joyous thing; this is the joy of life itself.
And this kind of joy is often blocked by trauma.
Trauma is simply unprocessed emotion. It starts as an experience that we are unable to handle at the time. The experience gets suppressed, tucked into the cells of the body until such time as it may be felt and released.
It’s as if the original experience gets frozen in time. Yet it re-asserts itself over and over, making itself felt through our reactions of fear, pain, anger and depression.
It’s like a block of ice stopping the flow of the river. We feel numb, not fully awake. We ‘seek joy’ and join seminars on how to ‘find joy,’ yet we live in terror of touching those red-hot buttons of unprocessed emotion. We are cut off from ourselves.
And this is where the Divine Feminine comes in, urging us down into the body and into the acceptance of the emotions that are held in the body.
Down, down, down in order to rise.
One aspect of the Divine Feminine is Mother Earth, and perhaps the grandest expression of her love for us is gravity itself. The way love can draw someone to us, the way a sea turtle can follow a thousand mile path to a distant shore, gravity is Mother Earth’s siren song to us and it’s as strong and deep as the hot center of the earth itself.
Come to me, she says. Let me embrace you, she says.
Experience the body in all its sensuousness, for this moves us into the magic of the present moment.
Dive down. Be unafraid of the deep or the dark, for we will rise again refreshed and miraculously full of light.
Weightlessness is only half the story, and the story needs its other half. Return to the earth, to the ancient healing wisdom needed for our souls and for our precious planet.
Like so many women, I lived the first half of my life in the masculine mode: striving and achieving, but not at peace. I floated far above my emotions, and I’m only just now getting to know the depth of the iceberg of unprocessed experience I’ve been carrying around.
Our modern world also moves to a masculine rhythm, defying gravity, thrusting buildings and rockets skyward. Nurturing is devalued, nature disdained and misunderstood. The female form is asked to fight gravity; even our shoes are gravity defying!
Mother Earth asks us to drop the upward push and renew ourselves in her deep healing waters, to replace the image of sexiness with a juicy connection to our feminine power.
In Mother Earth’s warm embrace my iceberg of unprocessed emotion will melt quicker than a chip of ice in a cup of hot tea, yet for me, for now, it still sometimes feels unfathomable.
I will stay present with my breath as I go down, down, down into the core of my being. I will let myself be cradled by my mother’s love for me, a rebirth into the light made bearable only by her love.
And when I’m not breathing into my emotions, I’ll keep on dancing and I’ll keep on singing, too. Maybe I’ll even get that puppy to play with.
Dive deep – our Divine Mother’s loving embrace is there for us and she is leading us back home.
Bestselling author, talk show host, and life coach, Reba Linker’s bumper sticker would read: Every obstacle is a doorway. Are you ready to dive deep, release pain and open to new possibilities? Join Reba on the path of self-love! Reba’s books include bestselling journal Imagine Self-Love, The Little Book of Manifesting Big, and Follow the Yarn. Her Youtube show, Paint Yourself Into the Picture, features unscripted, on-air coaching sessions and an upcoming series of interviews on the Divine Feminine. Claim a free Chapter of Imagine Self-Love at www.RebaLinker.com.