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.
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.
If you are new here, welcome! … and I suggest you start with In retrospect: 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.
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.
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.
Life crisis /personal earthquakes invite us to transform – A letter to myself after a car crash and NDE.
A letter to myself on letting others be who they are, releasing, letting go, and embracing the new.
Taking that one extra bite differentiates between being precise and not. A letter to myself – Maybe it will help me remember.
Wait. Allow yourself to rest. The calibration between the physical and the spiritual needs time. A letter to myself just after the car crash.
Now. Be in the now. Live the now… It’s true, and sometimes also impossible.
Our imagination is a powerful healing tool, we can all use. A letter to myself, of how and when I could have used it.
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.
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.
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…”
“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.
In times of slow healing, being constrained to resting, can also offer an opportunity.
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 spiritually aware teens, a shamanic energy healing practitioner, and a writer. I believe in children – our future, and in our ability to offer them the conditions they need to walk their true, beautiful, and enlightened soul-self. New to my space? Start here :).