One thing I notice since starting Transcendental Meditation (TM) in January 2018, is how mindful I have become. It comes naturally; I do not try. I just am. This strikes home as I have always seen myself as scatter-brained. Back before, when I brushed my teeth, I would also let in the cat, pour a glass of water, maybe even cut up a piece of fruit for breakfast. Now, when I brush my teeth, I brush my teeth. That is it. I stand there at the sink and brush my teeth. I notice the ridges of each tooth and the spots with which still need brushing. I hear the birds outside the window singing; my husband snoring.
Everyone will experience TM differently, depending on their physiology and past ‘history’. Not everyone has a high level of sleep deprivation prior to starting TM, thus not everyone will go through a period of fatigue-release (a.k.a. sleeping lots). If you do, you will be supported by your TM teacher as you adjust the meditation technique and move forward.
Since learning Transcendental Meditation (TM) in January 2018, I’ve had many changes. One of which is my energy level. When I first took the training I was energized out of my eyeballs; unlike other people’s testimonials about TM helping them to sleep, I felt the opposite. I was abuzz with life with an incredible sense of urgency to get my life in order all at once, no time to waste.
This is a guest post spirit writing. Being abandoned is a tough pill to swallow and writing about this touchy subject brings perspective and understanding. What you see here has not been edited or changed, you read it as the writer received it.
It is hard to describe to someone who has always had a mother, what NOT having one is like. I guess those who are motherless too have the most understanding on this topic, yet for each and every one of us it is different. We have different triggers, different longings and while one may think that the need for a mother may dissipate over time, it is in fact quite the opposite.
This spirit writing came at a time when my 14 year old began to pull away and live with his dad. For weeks I felt anger, guilt, sadness, and decided to sit down, bring in my higher guides and write.
He is broody, this is true. But in this very way so are you. He is inner, you are outer and this is all a balancing act. You both are playing in the age-old game. The trick is not to look down or all around and definitely don’t look back. That’s the easiest way to fall. For there will be regrets galore for why did you do that? Why didn’t I do this? See, there you go already thinking of it all.
I have been ‘spirit writing’ since my 20’s. This type of writing always begins the same way…I get a quiet kind of buzz in the back of my head and hear the first sentence or two. When I feel this I stop what I am doing, put pen in hand, and write. That’s the trick. Not to turn your ego or brain on. Just write, let the words flow and come together as they do. It’s a bit like getting out of your own way.
Hyperemesis gravidarum (HG) is a rare condition that affects 0.5–2.0% of pregnant women. It has a weird, hard-to-spell name but I think it should just be called ‘living hell’. The word itself is broken down to mean “hyper” is over- excessive or severe, “Emesis” is a medical term for vomiting, and “Gravidarum” is pregnancy. Put the word together for severe nausea and vomiting during pregnancy.