You Were Made For This

Thanks for your words !
I really have a pleasure, telling jou something about myself, why I am touched by your words.
Sorry for my "small" English.

Once, 3 years ago, I was invited for a lunch, for thanking me, helping during a period of dancing with others.(5 rhytms)
We are invited to sit near next to very tiny objects.
I chose immediatly a sailingship, intuitively.
Not understanding why.
Trusting that once I would understand the reason why.
Today, when I read your words, I first understand, how to live my life. How I can change my direction. To be more tuned to my soul: an enthousiastic dancing and moving child.
Not "only" a housekeeper.
But really thankfull for having loving relation-SHIPS (Ha ha): my brave and sick 90 years old mother, my son and daughter, partner,brother and others, who I really love.
There was a time in my life, loving a man, who give me and my children, all his shit. Four years I don 't act, what was needed: to say "stop" to him and leave him. I lost my selfrespect.
Ten years later: I feel safe enough to
leave my harbour, letting go my needs to get safe, only by another(very nice) man.
Now I am safe enough, I'll trust myself, my intuition, my questions for helping me.
Now I can feel the "calling" wind again.
Simple by speaking my truth about the pain, caused by people, who will damage me and others, for speaking judgements and killing words about others. What it means to me in the past, not showing my deepest feelings of being so lonely, stressed, depressed.

I now let go all my fears, of not being good enough, not succesfully enough, not brave enough, to sail away from people, who will press me down, who have no respect for my way of restoring (my) trust in myself and whats really need to be done.
Focussed on the wind, where she is going, what needs my attention.
I say "hello" to my happiness and Light. I welcome you, I embrace your happiness and Light.
I wish the best for you.
Do it your own way, in your time and rhytm. I do it my way !
If you like it, to react: welcome to you.

Thank you, for your inspiring words.
Bye!!
Christine Reeders.(the Netherlands)




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 it is 3 o'clock in the morning and somehow (though i don't believe in coincidences) my ship was guided to this particular harbor where, yes, i do feel safe and able to moor.  i promise you i will not stay here, but will continue on my journey as a 66 year old woman for whom the beloved crone years are the very best.  the wild and wise path, whose forest trails have been sketched with such fierce tenderness and love by clarissa pinkola estes, is one that the "hungry boots" of my youth long ago touched down on, as if i never had a choice.  i have stumbled much and often tripped on the tree roots beneath my feet, especially when journeying through the woods when dark or moving too fast.  it is fellow travellers like ms. estes who illuminate the markers on the trails and call out with wisdom and reassurance when i'm miraculously back on track. she is a compass, a guide, and sometimes - i suspect - that fierce eagle flying above whose soaring and dipping show what it looks like to be free.  


i suppose that yes, great ships are meant to sail in the vastness of the ocean waters.  but without a harbor to rest in and sometimes call "home," they would easily weary and sometimes get lost.  in that blessed sense, clarissa tosses me an anchor that i cherish for it is one of the few i have ever known.  of course, she soon sends me on my way, but with the loving admonition that i brave the choppy waters and still - in my soul - know that i am safe. 

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