I use my memories as a path of healing.
In yesterday’s post ‘Start with joy’, I write about finding joy in my physical connection to an image of beauty, to water and earth, and to a memory of myself at three years old.
For me, the process of finding a healing memory is intuitive. I trust that I can recall all of my life, and that I can use what I recall to bring myself to wholeness and health. The type of emotions in the memory make no difference, whether my head is judging them comfortable or painful. I choose to use all of my life in this healing.
This takes love. In the process of ‘I Remember’, the love I use can be for anything. It can be for a person, an animal, a place, a toy, a pair of shoes. Love is connection, and gives somewhere to begin. The point is the feeling, and the stronger it is, the better. Love includes trust and acceptance. It allows me to trust and accept the process I am doing, my memories, and myself.
This is what I do.
I choose a space where I feel comfortable, safe, and private. Most often, I use my studio where I write and draw. My studio is my heart and my nest. It is filled with things I love, that make me feel happy and inspired—toys from my childhood, favourite books, handmade gifts from family and friends, photographs. These things are play, beauty, and heart.
A quiet atmosphere is necessary. It is vital that I hear only my inner voice during this process. I close the door. My family is used to this now, but initially it took some training for all of us. I learned to know that I am worthy of time alone with myself, and my family learned that my temporary absence would not create disaster. They understand not to interrupt me or disturb my privacy. I use earplugs or relaxing music to mask any noise in the house. This allows me to focus.