Which part of you is calling out to be heard?

At the beginning of this year, one of my intentions was to embrace my playfulness and to embrace play in my life.

This part of myself often gets banned to the back of the line, behind getting things done.

However, this is the part of myself that was calling out to be seen and heard.

I had also begun a journey the previous year, to really intentionally clear out the deepest corners of my heart. To make sure nothing was hanging out in the dark corners that might hold me back from truly showing up in my work as I was being called to serve women even more.

As is the case, when we are ready, the teacher appears and I was introduced to Celeste Chiappetta. We began a journey through breathwork together that has not only changed my life, but so much so, I will be training in this practice to be able to share it with you. (More on that to come :))

In a session, I was at the bedside of my grandmother, who I had the great honor of being with and holding as she took her last breath here on earth.

Her breath was so faint and barely there, but I could sense she was still with me. So, I told her a story. I didn’t know what to do and was overcome with so many feelings, but I remember thinking I needed to help her not be afraid.

So I recounted a story of when I was a little girl. When my sister and I would visit, she always took us to church on Sunday. We were getting ready to leave that Sunday morning, and I went back to the two big magical drawers in the bedroom where she kept her collection of the most magnificent costume jewelry you’ve ever seen! The jewelry drawers were the first place I would go upon arrival at Bebe’s house.

I found the most fun, outlandish pair in the drawer - long, dangly, red, white and blue, clip-on earrings - popped them on my ears and ran out the car for Sunday church.

She gasped when she saw me and then laughed and said “Oh, Laura Elizabeth, those are not proper for Sunday church, take them off.” Hmmm. Ok, I took them off and promptly put them in my tiny purse.

When she came to pick me up from Sunday school that morning, guess what I was wearing? Yep, you guessed it, the dangly, wild, colorful earrings!

My grandmother was equal parts horrified and amused and luckily wasn’t too mad.

She laughed! So I laughed! It was a moment of being wild and enjoying it together, a rare moment for her and a moment for me to never forget.

You see, as I told my grandmother that story, as she lay there taking her last breaths, I saw the tiny hint of a smile and I thought I had done what I had come there to do, to comfort her, to help her not be afraid.

That may have happened, but what I came to realize, that day in my breathwork session was that I was also there and had chosen that story to tell her and to declare to myself that that part of me was still alive. That wild, playful, daring side of me was alive and well and had never left.

You see, you can bury parts of yourself, put them away, banish them to the back of the line, but they are still there. They don’t go away, they just go unheard, unseen and eventually, this won’t be ok anymore.

When you allow for all of the parts of you to have a voice, to express themselves, to take a seat at the table, you live from a place of wholeness. You come home to you.

I know this. It’s a journey worth taking.

I want you to know it’s possible.

Is there a part of you that wants to be heard, to be seen, that wants to emerge?

We can do this work together. I will be sharing more about the Reclaim Retreat coming in January 2020 in the Nashville area. The retreat was originally scheduled for October 2019, so please note the new dates! You can read more about it here. If you want to connect with me 1-1, book a connection call. That call is FREE, Sister. Nothing is more important than the time investment you make in your own soul care.

I can’t wait to connect and hear what part of you is asking to be heard!