So you may have guessed by the length of my blogs that I love writing. Not novel level writing, but long short stories (sounds like an oxymoron), blog posts, songs, and even poetry.
As you may know from my recent posts, I now offer inner child coaching. Inner child work is a practice that I am constantly learning for myself and offering to those around me. It has been helpful for friends and for myself, and I was recently invited to speak to a group of women on the topic. The breakthroughs in such a short amount of time confirmed for me that it is something of value and I’m qualified to support people in learning to do it.
As part of my practice, I love to learn and read constantly. I began learning about the inner child and learned of an aspect called the “vulnerable child.” This is the part of us that is intuitive, aware of the energy of people… the reason why children will back away from a person who is not good natured without having met them. This aspect is typically shamed into hiding as adults reprimanded us for not hugging that (stranger) relative, or for not speaking to their “sus” friend. This is the aspect of us that is emotional and sensitive, the part of us that cries and feels openly. So for many adults this part is silenced. What I learned is that when we don’t acknowledge and support this aspect of us, it finds other ways to be heard and get its needs met. For example, when we keep going to that job that we know is slowly killing our spirit, a sudden illness may come up that keeps us from being able to go. That desire to shift becomes stuck energy that can cause illness, etc.
Anyway, for some this is complete nonsense, or too “woo woo,” but for me, it’s fascinating and eye-opening. I began doing some work over the last few days toward connecting with my vulnerable self and what has come up for me is a request for me to tell beautiful stories about my life… how I want it to be, rather than how it currently is. Within there is a desire for me to pivot from conversations of poverty, to stories of how my life turned around and I am now living abundantly. So I thought it would be cool… okay… let me be honest…. I felt led to share this personal journal assignment (that I thought would be for my “ears” only). I hope you enjoy it.
This is my new story. Blessings!
Once upon a time in a far away land
There lived a mom and girl… and no man. 😂
She was a writer and designer
And occasionally she spoke.
She even assisted teaching
Adorable little folk.
One day she came to realize
She really loved to speak.
The children went from sassy
To cooperative and meek.
She found the process easy
For the words flowed from her soul
She didn’t have to script or plan
Just let go of control.
She also wrote the cutest books
To the children’s glee.
She even wrote songs to go with them
Like I’m Proud to Be Natural Me!
She designs gifts and t-shirts
Where you can put your name.
And supplies for birthday parties
Where you can do the same.
She is a single mother
Of a daughter that she loves.
Who adores the winter.
And won’t wear socks or gloves. 😒
They’ve become the best of friends,
As she changed the way she talks.
So now she teaches parents
How to walk how she walks.
For years she made no money,
Which was no fun at all.
But she couldn’t stop creating
The ideas would call and call.
She knew one day they’d pivot
And money would just flow.
That it would happen suddenly.
Just when she didn’t know.
She began to share her stories
Through podcast and her blog
Helping people through her deserts,
Winters, and the fog.
Before she knew it she was known
And people sought her for advice
She began coaching, returned to speaking
And it was oh so nice!
She found a way to do her loves
And their money grew.
Her daughter was so happy
And she was happy, too.
Their life had changed before their eyes
With little effort given.
Now, they both give thanks
For their life feels just like heaven.