Sunday, May 12, 2013

Digging deeper...

I went on retreat.  I decided I needed to get away from the packing boxes, the television, the all too easy access to the interstate and familiar escape routes.   I needed to optimize the chance that I would make a space to look inward more carefully, more intentionally. Optimize the chance that I would dig deeper, rather than finding an excuse to distract myself.
So I headed south, to Hamptonville, NC, to The Well of Mercy Retreat Center (

Sitting down in a small valley, isolated, serene, nurturing...

I’ve been there before, several times. I don’t remember exactly how many: more than two, maybe three, maybe four.  Each time was during a period of transition in my life:  a time of change, a time of unrest and uncertainty, a time when I couldn’t see clearly what was ahead and I couldn’t get comfortable with the uncertainty with the faith that I could muster at the time.  Just like now.

I took my lizard drum and two rattles, my journal, several  books that seemed to offer, through their titles,  the possibility of answers to my questions:  Taking the Leap by Pema Chodron,  The Naked Now by Richard Rohr, and Letting Go of the Person You Used to Be, by Lama Surya Das.  Of course, I also took a couple of fiction books, just in case, and my computer, so I could write if the urge came to me.

The computer was my downfall, not surprisingly, and my saving grace as well.  My first night at the Well, after dinner, I did some drumming and rattling and chanting (all with the doors and windows tightly closed, as silence is the rule at the Well), and I did a fairly long spiritual practice, and then began to do Reiki on myself, and just like when I do Reiki for others, I began to walk:  small rhythmic circles, clockwise and counterclockwise, round and round in my tiny living room, my hands and arms moving in a variety of ways, occasionally speaking in  tongues. (Usually when I stay at The Well, I only have a bedroom in one of the guest houses and a private bath, but all those rooms were taken, and the only option left to me for these dates was one of the cottages, which are in actuality, small trailers that the nuns used as their living spaces while The Well was under construction.)  The extra space and the separation from the other guests was a blessing I hadn’t realized I needed until I was there.

So after being so ‘good’ and doing all those spiritual things, I decided to reward myself with a little time playing a computer game.  What started out as an hour , became four, and before I knew it, it was after 1 am!  So much for leaving distractions behind.

I slept poorly. My left knee was extremely painful, and I rarely sleep well the first night in a strange place and unfamiliar bed anyway.   I tossed and turned for quite a while,  finally giving in and taking two Tylenol PM.  I figured there was no reason to get up early in the morning, so it didn’t matter if the effects of the Tylenol kept me in bed later than usual.

I woke up feeling hung over from the medication and ticked at myself for giving in to the distraction of the game when my reason for going to The Well was to increase the chances that I would focus on the issues at hand and find some clarity.  After breakfast I sat down with my journal and began to write.

As the words poured onto the pages, a host of old messages from the past came up: You’re not good enough. You’re never going to amount to anything.  You never finish what you start.  You’re never satisfied.  Jack of all trades, master of none.

As I wrote that last phrase, I felt a wrenching in my gut and the tears poured down my cheeks.  I quit writing and just sat there, staring at the words but not seeing them, hearing my mother’s voice repeating them over and over as she shook her head in disapproval and disgust each time I left one job to go to another, and there were many:  coupon counter, switchboard operator, document handler, craft consultant, Tupperware sales manager, personnel recruiter, manager of an S&H Green Stamp Redemption Center, retail store manager… the list is a long one. 

Each time she said it, I’d feel like a failure, like I let her down.  And she wouldn’t stop there:  “Why can’t you just stick with something?  Why do you always have to change? You just keep looking for something better, but you never seem to find it.  You’re never satisfied.  What’s wrong with you?”  The litany went on and on. 

From what I know now,   I recognize that much of my mother’s criticism of me had  more to do with how she felt about herself than what she really thought about me. We’re often very good at projecting our feelings about ourselves onto others without recognizing what we’re doing.  I’ve done a lot of healing work through the years and have come to terms with much of the past, however, that phrase, ‘Jack of all trades, master of none’ has stuck with me, resurfacing from time to time, usually when I make a change of some sort in my life.  But when it’s surfaced before, I’ve just kind of laughed it off.  It never had teeth.  It never hit home. 

Wow!   In my mother’s eyes, each time I left one job to move to another, I was a failure.  There was something wrong with me.  The message I seem to have taken on was that to be successful,  I needed to find some kind of work to do that I could be good at, master it, and stick with it.  Because my mom saw moving from one thing to another as failure, does some part of me hold that belief too?  Is there a place somewhere deep down inside of me where that old refrain of hers has taken hold?  There must be, because thinking of that again left me feeling like I’d been hit by a freight train!

In becoming a therapist and doing Reiki, I have found something I’m good at, and even something I’ve mastered!  (I have to laugh as I write this and really think about it, because now I even have certificates to prove that I’ve mastered something:  a Master’s Degree from Pitt in Social Work and a Reiki Master certificate!)

Wanting to go higher, I’ve been digging deeper, and I think that I’ve hit pay dirt!  Because it feels so big and has hit me so hard, I know it’s important.  I also know it’s an old belief from a time when I knew no other way, nor did my mother.  Back then, when the belief took hold, neither of us could have conceived of the idea that we leave things behind when they have nothing more to teach us, or when they have served whatever purpose they came into our lives to serve.  My mother couldn’t even entertain the possibility that each experience I left behind was the springboard for the next, and the next, and the next, all eventually leading me to exactly where I was supposed to be.

I’m fortunate that I have changed, that I have healed, that I have a different perspective than I used to.  It’s allowing me to own that in order for something new to begin, there has to be a space for it to come into being.  So as I leave behind the way that I used to do things in my Reiki practice, I’m not failing.  I’m not bailing out.  I’m not running away.  There’s nothing wrong with me.  I’m moving forward into something bigger and better, something that will be a better fit for the person I’ve become over these last thirteen years since I’ve begun my journey with Reiki.  In my head I know this to be true.  I’m not yet sure I own it in my gut. 

 I’m not sure what more I need to do with this knowing I’ve uncovered.  Perhaps just uncovering it and sitting with it is enough to move it out and free me from its hold.   I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.  But one thing I do know is that things only get uncovered when we’re ready to deal with them and have the tools to do so.  So God must think I’m strong enough now to face this and heal it.  Amazing what comes up when you have the courage to pick up the shovel and dig a little deeper!


  1. I figured something big would happen. I was hoping, for your sake, that it would be more definitive. The time must not be right. I can relate to most of what you said. I was never good enough, either. I know better now. It still comes up to haunt me at times, as well. Like now. I'm taking yet another animal communication class. This one is different. It is focusing on what I have the most trouble mastering, so I am glad I am taking it. I look for, and find pretty easily, all kinds of ways to keep from working on the exercises for the next class. The easiest, of course, is listening to the ball game. That takes up 3 hours easily. I have discovered my fear is not that I can't do it, it is that I can! What if the animals tell me things their humans don't want to hear? What if the animal decides he doesn't want to talk with me? Will I be rejected, etc. in this lifetime as I was in past lives? Around and around and around it goes. The closer I get to feeling confident in my abilities, the fear comes back bigger and badder than before. I spent most of the day today working on class assignments from 2 weeks ago. I just decided I paid good money for this class, and I'm darn well gonna get the most out of it!!!

    1. Often times the 'more definitive' happenings are the least powerful, so I'm good with what happened. After all, this was obviously a deep layer that I was totally unaware of, so now that it's peeled back, perhaps bigger things will be able to surface. And it doesn't surprise me that you are afraid because you can! We are almost always more afraid of our light, than our darkness, as Nelson Mandela said in his inaugural speech. Give yourself permission to shine your light at its brightest and watch what follows!

  2. As I read your blog Bonnie, towards the end, I wanted to just shout... Amen Bonnie! Amen! I also had a mother that at times would say some of the same things you mentioned. I also had a mother-in-law that made me feel like I could do nothing right. To the point I thought of taking my life. The thought of my sons living with her if I did take my life is what made me stop. That is when I knew I needed to make changes with me and I sought help through the women's crisis center. I realized I was okay. That I do have rights. And I do not have to take the abuse. Through prayer I found Reiki, books and loving friendships. One of the books I am reading now is, "Past Lives, Present Miracles" by Denise Linn. Very good book I must say. I still have about a quarter of the book to go yet. I have realized that my mom has her own stuff they continues to eat at her and it seemed it was pushed onto me. But from reading the book, "Past Lives, Present Miracles," it may also be from one of my past lives that keeps hitting me. I do know I am to help rescued horses and I have started looking into it. I drove there on Saturday to see how far it was to drive to the location. I love to drive. I could drive for hours in new areas. Seeing where each road would take me. Just so happens... when I do... I always returned to those areas for a future job. Just as I was driving to Angels Rescue on Saturday, I notice I have taken a ride through that area before and I felt a connect there when I did. I also notice I am drawn to areas that have Native American names. I see me caring for horses in a past life as a man when I did Reiki on myself one day. I cried so much. I forgave myself in that past life for whatever I may have done wrong. I forgave my inner child and higher self. I forgave others that may have hurt me in that past life. All I know is... I can still see the horses face as I care for him and love him. Maybe I am making a full circle with helping the horses. Just as the roads I ride on come full circle. I will say... I am forever thankful to God who brought me to Reiki. Forever thankful for Bonnie who taught me Reiki, for all the wonderful friends I meet along the way and for all the love I have been given from so many of this world and of the spirit world. Blessings to you Bonnie and to all who have touch my life in someway. :)

    1. It always amazes me how God works to give us exactly what we need in the way that we need it. I'm so happy that you are continuing to heal and move forward, Rebecca, and realize that your mother's treatment of you was more about herself. If we could only recognize that when anyone makes a comment that brings up uncomfortable feelings, we'd be so much further ahead of the game. Less pointing the finger outward, more looking inward. And keep taking those drives... you just never know where you'll end up or what God will share with you as you travel. Blessings as you continue to move forward.

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