It blew me away as only a few things have blown me away before. The woman who played the role of myself expressed thoughts which I had never said out loud but corresponded exactly to what was going on inside me. The other participants constellating my family expressed things that were amazingly true. I cried buckets full of tears… What’s the supposed effect of “family constellations”? I have some assumptions 🙂
Category Archives: Emotional Management
Women’s Circles: the next big thing (maybe). Anyways, you might find it great, too.
The Vogue calls it “another well-being trend on the rise” leaving open whether “another” indicates that it will go out of fashion again soon or whether “it will grow as big as yoga” – as my Vedanta-teacher assumes. I think my teacher might be right. Whether it’s done in a spiritual way or in aContinue reading “Women’s Circles: the next big thing (maybe). Anyways, you might find it great, too.”
How I deal with emotions (most recently) – in particular with insecurity, frustration and anger
Not talking about emotions makes people sick. Not processed, they leave deep imprints. Labels, that stick – I at least often identify myself with them. I find two ways have helped me very effectively to come to my truth recently.
How Meeting a Guru Showed Me My Boundaries and Opened My Eyes. Seriously
I met a man many consider a guru. And exposed myself to a so-called open-eye energy-transmission. It literally opened my eyes to so many things. But maybe not the way you would expect.
Why I quit my (somehow) great job and started to pray
It was a safe, at times, exciting job. Nevertheless I did my job only by quitting my job. What led me to my decision? Knowledge about how I can deal with anxiety and feel more at ease with myself, what values truly mean and that I can live with less. Namaste.
How I realized I’m worthy not to run after him
We spent 24 hours together and I fell in love. Believe it or not and I find it ridiculous, too. But it happened. And the pain felt real. I decided to handle it differently this time: I cried, I asked for help and then faced my shame and projection. Until I realized that I no longer really mind that he doesn’t take what is here.
Why I decided to publish this first blog-post and process my pain with it
My mood towards my writing was like the weather, flipping from sunshine to rain, breaking out in a thunderstorm. Then I was told that it’s about the process. About converting the pain into something beautiful. And that I should be patient with my process.
