Day 3 : Let Go And Be Free
Treading barefoot to the food forest is the stuff of nightmares for lymphies. It is not just about taking off your slippers and touching the earth with your bare foot. All the drama and old conditioning that my mind had become accustomed to started to play out.
What if my stockings get torn and dirty (they are so expensive to replace)?
What if I cut my feet and suffer an infection (another surgery ensues)?
What if my leg swells again (another surgery ensues)?
I was upset and frustrated with the dilemma I had to face. Do I sit out this invitation to feel and embrace Mother Earth and waste the opportunity to connect with her, or do I take the plunge and embrace my true nature, the one that knows no fear and lives every moment carefree and happy?
I took the plunge. Literally. One baby step at a time.
With every squishy splash into the muddied tracks, I felt freer than ever. The more mud my stocking got caked with, the lighter I became. It was like a major shedding of my old skin, the one I no longer felt constricted to live in.
I returned to school and hosed down the mud—my feet were intact, my stocking dried up cleanly, and I met myself again. All I did was to let go and I was free again.
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