Unexpected messengers: A letter to myself
A letter to myself about an unexpected messenger. Strangers or friends, who play a significant unexpected role in our healing or growth.
Notes (I wish) I Wrote to Myself
How I wish I could share with myself, that of over ten years ago, what I know now. It would have made so many steps in the journey so much lighter.
Honoring the journey, the lessons, and their gifts, I share them now.
In a dance of words, of what was, of the now.
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Four-legged messengers: A letter to myself
A letter to myself, of just after my car crash & My NDE, and in memory of Ginger – A four-legged healer, messenger, and friend.
When life makes us grow apart: On letting go
A letter to myself from over ten years ago, after a car crash and NDE, reminding myself that I choose to walk forward and that walking forward always walks together with letting others go.
Deep healing includes the energetic and physical: All layers of being
A letter to myself from over ten years ago, after a car crash and NDE, reminding myself that deep healing must happen at all layers.
Earthquakes happened for a reason: A Letter to myself
Life crisis /personal earthquakes invite us to transform – A letter to myself after a car crash.
Focus on your healing, it takes time: Friends come and go
A letter to myself on letting others be who they are, releasing, letting go, and embracing the new.
The extra bite as an invitation to learn precision: A letter to myself
Taking that one extra bite differentiates between being precise and not. A letter to myself – Maybe it will help me remember.
Integrating physical and energy healing takes time: When you need to rest, rest!
Wait. Allow yourself to rest. The calibration between the physical and the spiritual needs time. A letter to myself just after the car crash.
The dance between living in the now and dreams: A letter to myself
Now. Be in the now. Live the now… It’s true, and sometimes also impossible.
The healing power of imagination: A letter to myself
Our imagination is a powerful healing tool, we can all use. A letter to myself, of how and when I could have used it.
Expanding my comfort zone: Gaps are a natural part of our growth
Writing often requires stepping out of our comfort zone. And I? I am expanding into it. Why? Because of that sense of calm, knowing gratitude, I feel when my words touch others. A letter to myself about stepping out of my comfort zone.
Being pulled out of my comfort zone: A letter to myself
In retrospect, gaps are a natural part of our growth. Dancing in and out of our comfort zones. A letter to myself, on a moment when stepping out, was too much.
Share the beauty, the wonder, the tranquility, and being love: A letter to myself
Sharing another letter I wrote to myself. A reminder for me, for why I share… “…So share. Share the beauty. Share the wonder, and the tranquility, and being love. Share also the complexity…”
Crossing time and space by writing or why I write letters to myself
“I write to you, and between the lines, I re-remember… the profound truths that became realized along with our healing” Deep healing takes time.
Rest, and dream yourself into being: A letter to myself
In times of slow healing, being constrained to resting, can also offer an opportunity.
In retrospect: A Letter to Myself.
In retrospect, we are always much smarter. We tried. We fell… Give it a few more years. Deep healing takes time. A letter to myself of 9 years ago.
Life is a journey. Sometimes challenging, always rewarding (if we choose it to be so). Welcome to my little space on the web. I am Efrat, a mother of three, a shamanic energy healing practitioner, and a writer. This website offers my thoughts, knowledge, and experience on energy healing and shamanic work with children, our journey of growth as parents, spiritually aware children and parenting, and more. I would appreciate your thoughts, questions, and any related sharing. You can reach out through the let’s connect page.
