In Funk I Trust

For a woman to clearly experience her intuition she must free herself of negative emotional charge.

Ten days ago I went into a swamp, funk, whatever you want to call it. I couldn’t stop crying and I didn’t want to leave my bed. I am still there, perpetuated by a mean cold and a burning sore throat; tears continue to stream down my face. It is not common for me to get this funky or for it to last this long, but I take refuge in the fact that feeling sad is key to “energetic integrity” and is 1000% divinely feminine. Seeing that these are the allurements of Volver, it is only fitting that I go down this road first.

One of the main things that has me down are all the decisions I made where I bypassed my intuition. Ugh. In our modern world, one of the greatest roots of unnecessary suffering are that women are disconnected from their inner voice. Why would we trust it? We are inundated with messages and values that completely ignore it and encourage us to doubt it. Our households and left-brain academic systems are void of intuitive and emotional teachings. Our vulnerability is the muscle of intuition, and by flexing it we create the space to connect with our multi-sensory abilities. We are not “too sensitive” or “too emotional.”

Wouldn’t it be cool if researching emotions and intuition was an open conversation amongst family members? Where parents supported the decisions of their children and taught them to trust themselves simply by affirming “good choice.” These simple words could help create confident children who trust their clearest feeling of “yes” or “no.”

My swamp is long overdue. In comparison to my twenties which were defined by lots of partying, boys with dreads and motorcycles, and half-assed attempts to figure out my professional pursuits, my thirties were much heavier. Kicked-off by the passing of my father and followed by one too many choices made with my pretend penis, I have a lot to grieve. And this is the true path to my deepest desires: to heal emotionally, for intuition to be my co-pilot, and to spin seven beautiful chakras.

So, here I go. Grief, you can have me as long as you want me. It’s you, me, a box of tissues (and the “New Moon” DVD of course). See you and my blazing intuition on the other side. In funk, I completely trust.

Did I make even just one cell in your body smile? If so, please share this with your world (and let me know – I love to beam with appreciation :) )

May 11, 2010

4 Comments

praise and cherish the funk!! such a gorgeous, expansive place to be and having a hottie 17 year werewolf to support you helps!
xo, Kim

Wow. I had a ugly cry experience last week in the jungle of Yelapa. I let it all go out there by myself in the jungle. My heart felt so lonely and alone. I woke to a beautiful morning full of gratitude for that dark night. Thank you Dara sometimes all you need is someone to say its all right and its good and healthy. love to you always, Betty

So true! The dark emotions have such an important role and need to come up and out for us to be whole. Love the welcoming of the ick. So right on ,Dara.

THINGS DO FALL APART AND THE HEART GETS BROKEN. IT HAPPENS TO ALL OF US. THESE ARE BLESSINGS, FOR THIS IS THE PATH TO OUR STRONGER SPIRITUAL SELF, LIKE YOU SAY, DEEP IN OUR INTUITION, INSIDE AND EVEN BEYOND OUR CHAKRAS. THANK-YOU FOR SHARING WITH US ABOUT THE DARK NIGHTS, THE MOST DIFFICULT PLACES WE TRAVEL. THANK-YOU FOR THE ARTICLE ON THE CHAKRAS AND THE GREAT RECIPES FOR HEALTHY EATING. I SEND YOU A VERY WARM HUG AND THE WISH THAT YOU WAKE UP TO A GREAT DAY.

XOX, VICTORIA

 

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