Luna Lovegood
@HolmesEurus
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Sometimes what’s needed is simply to get up, walk outside, and breathe in fresh air.
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🔎 Polisiye
💕 Romantik
🚀 Bilim Kurgu
🏰 Fantastik
📖 Klasik
🧠 Kişisel Gelişim
🏛️ Tarih
😱 Gerilim
“What if I had made a different choice here or there?”— as a way to avoid the rawness of the longing. This was my small mind’s obviously futile attempt to control the past and avoid the vulnerable and unpredictable realm of feeling by keeping me trapped in the thatched pattern of thoughts that dead-ends in a chain-link fence. I stayed there for less than a second before I opened the fence and walked into the field of feelings, letting myself sink down, go in, shift out of my head, and breathe into my heart.
“Amazingly, yes. It’s harder than we think to let ourselves feel that moment of boredom or emptiness without wanting to escape. When we really let ourselves feel it, it’s a death moment. It doesn’t last, of course, and the more we practice breathing into our painful moments, the easier they become. But we really have to train ourselves to do that, because it’s human habit and cultural conditioning to run from those moments. And there are a million ways to run these days. So the question really is: Am I willing to experience the messiness of being human?”
But, interestingly, one of the paths to emotional freedom is facing the inner landscapes that scare us most.
If I didn’t have a spacious morning, I couldn’t drop into the dream, and would instead jump into the tasks of the day: snuggling my little ones, washing the cat bowl and filling it with fresh food as I noticed the snow or sun on our yard, making breakfast. The sounds and movements of the day began, and the dream was lost in the ether of that other realm.
But the dream wasn’t lost at all. It lived beneath the surface, swimming in the current of psyche that had no words, in a slow, quiet world of grief and heartache, loss and longing. But the dream didn’t disappear simply because I chose not to carve out time for it. Instead, it created a pane of glass between me and my loved ones. It closed the petals of my heart. It sat, waiting like a child that needed attention. If I failed to notice, it would make itself known in other ways, like morphing into anxiety.