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30 days of self-love: leaving

October 3, 2022

We can love ourselves by leaving. Experiences, relationships, jobs, programs. There are so many ways to leave. Believe me, I know. I’ve put in the work. I spent a lot of my life leaving even the moments I was in. Never really there. Not really. Not mindfully.

When I started doing healing work, I recognized that flight was my main trauma response, and disassociating, getting away as quickly as possible. And since I became aware of my patterns, I have worked hard to disrupt them. An example is in an intimate situations that in the past would be scary to me, I say in a mantra in my head, “Stay, stay, stay, stay.” I say until I stay. I learned safety is something I can create moment to moment when I don’t leave.

However, that doesn’t mean that whenever I leave now, it’s enacting a pattern of behavior. That’s one of the great things about healing wounds. I am able to make decisions from a fresher place that isn’t rooted in the harm from my past. This joyful, beautiful healing work is lifelong, and I am so grateful to know that I get to love myself by leaving. Leaving feels so different now, from a place of safety, self-trust, empowerment. Leaving is powerful.

Staying can be love. Leaving can be love, too.

30 days of self-love: dance for my life

October 1, 2022

I had a really difficult day today. Couldn’t get out of my shit. I was avoiding the best medicine I know, the medicine I know I hold right inside me.

Usually I love to dance, except when I most need to. Today, I forced myself. I danced to one song, two songs, and I couldn’t get connected. I kept trying. Three songs, four, and I started to feel something. I took myself up, down, and through. Eyes closed, eyes open, graceful and graceless, the pressure moving from my chest to my neck to my face to finally getting to a sobbing release.

It’s so important for me to move my body when I get stuck like I did today. Move my body wildly, shake everything as hard as I can, sing and hum and feel the vibrations on my chest with both my hands, swing my legs and point my toes, swirl around the room and scream out my anger.

This is what self-love looks like when I least want it. When my body is protecting me by disconnecting and shutting down because my brain is telling me, “Shut down, you don’t deserve love, you deserve to feel like this.” Yes, it’s important to accept, embrace and love feelings that come. And also, it’s important to allow our bodies opportunities to feel and move through.

Today’s playlist:

  1. When My Lights Burn Out – Prinze George
  2. Always Home – Skysia
  3. Where Does My Heart Beat Now – Celine Dion
  4. Child of the Universe – Sierra Marin
  5. Elastic Heart – Sia
  6. I’m All I Need (sing and feel the vibrations on the chest) -Beautiful Chorus
  7. Deep Connection – Rob Riccardo & Slow Traverse
  8. Smoke – Joy Olakodun
  9. Beautiful Day – U2

Dance for your life! Love you.

30 days of self-love: a self-serenade

September 30, 2022

We’re past the days of needing to wait for someone to come and profess how they feel about us in a big, big way. We can do it ourselves. We can love ourselves gigantically, ridiculously, wildly.

Today, my self-love practice only needed a “cheesy love song” and a bathroom mirror to touch something very real and deep inside. Now, I do recognize that many love songs are very codependent. However, when I turned the below song into a song from me, to me, and really felt the words, as I sang them, soulfully and heartfully, for me, staring at myself in the mirror, I cried. I felt it. I felt the love in my chest, squeezed tight.

I invite you to hit play below and sing the words to yourself. See how you might shift.

“For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right

For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you, I’ll be forever thankful, MELISSA
You’re the one who held me up, never let me fall
You’re the one who saw me through, through it all

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith, ’cause you believed
I’m everything I am because you loved me

You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand, I could touch the sky
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach

You stood by me and I stood tall
I had your love, I had it all
I’m grateful for each day you gave me

Maybe I don’t know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith, ’cause you believed
I’m everything I am because you loved me

You were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
A light in the dark, shining your love into my life

You’ve been my inspiration
Through the lies, you were the truth
My world is a better place because of you

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith, ’cause you believed
I’m everything I am because you loved me

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith, ’cause you believed
I’m everything I am because you loved me
I’m everything I am because you loved me

I love you.” -Céline Dion

What’s your love song? Try it and I’m telling you, you might not be able to stop. I went straight on to Bette Midler’s “Wings Beneath My Wings.” It’s a beautiful feeling to sing a love song to yourself. What a gift.

30 days of self-love: body gratitude

September 29, 2022

“Suffering ends where gratitude begins.” I’m not sure where this quote came from, and I know it to be true. When I find myself suffering, a shift to gratitude (and often a focus on my breath), can nearly always ground me back in the present moment with much-needed perspective. If I choose it.

Tonight I honor my body. I honor each part of my body, speaking out loud to it lovingly, with lightness, with joy. Touching each part, lightly squeezing my fingers, my hands, my belly, my beautiful cracks and crevices from my eyes to my booty. Waking myself up and covering myself with loving gratitude for all that I am. I sit cross-legged, give myself a long embrace and stay in it until I’m sure I’m really feeling it, all the sensations.

For me, it’s important say it so I can hear it. “I love you body. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

30 days of self-love: self-conscious celebration!

September 28, 2022

Today I am declaring 30 days of committed self-love. My neural pathways, the way I think, get to keep changing on this journey of embodiment. And I’m going to share this with you, 30 days of posts, and I hope you’ll join me – for a post, a week, or even more. We deserve it! Every single one of us.

So today’s practice will be to start with something that I have recently been very self-conscious about: my hair, my scalp. Due to some health issues I’m currently trying to figure out, my hair has been falling out in alarming amounts, and my scalp is painfully itchy and dry nearly all the time. I have bald spots, and an area in the back that I’ve been afraid to look at in the mirror.

Here is a love letter to my hair, to myself. Dear my hair, you will always be beautiful. Dear my scalp, the discomfort I’ve had helps to bring me present, thank you, and there’s no shame in dryness. I love you as you are. Dear body, thank you for showing me that there is a health issue to take care of with my thinning hair. I know you are trying to protect me, and communicate your intelligence. I honor you. Dear Melissa, you are beautiful and worthy, period.

I am grateful I have capacity to write these words to myself. I am grateful that I can see the truth of these words, that my beauty is truly unconditional, like the love I have in me. I am grateful that in this moment, I know that there’s no mirror I will ever need to be afraid to look in.

All that I am is whole, beautiful, worthy. All that you are is whole, beautiful, worthy.

I love me. I love you.

I never walked like this before

September 3, 2022

I found this poem I wrote at least six months ago this morning. It viscerally reminded me of the experience of starting to feel again, how overwhelming it was, and still is, to be present in my body again. And how worth the work it is, to have moments, hours, even whole days, where I get to experience, “I never walked like this before.”

Can’t find my original photo – photo by https://imgur.com/user/Stfn

At first, I thought it was my hormones. 

At first, I thought, “I’m going crazy again.”

At first, I thought, there is something wrong with me.

Did I sleep enough?

Did I eat enough?

Did I meditate well enough?

Did I drink enough coffee? Too much coffee?

Is that why I cried over the suds of a saucepan, the feeling of my compostable sponge squeezed in my fist?

I sat at my kitchen table, and I looked up. I saw the moon.

Through two slats in the blinds, I stare at the nearly full moon for long enough to see spots, I see the moon when I close my eyes to the sky of my mind. 

I cry, and I laugh, and I breathe in and I can balance my body better, I feel myself settled in my feet. I never walked like this before. 

Honoring the woman who so powerfully taught me how to be in my body by teaching me Biocentric Education, A linda e divina Marcela.

Stepping into somatics practice has been the most powerful pathway back to myself, back to my body, connecting me to the river of “the felt sense,” as Peter Levine names in Waking The Tiger. The best definition I’ve found of somatics I read in Pleasure Activism by adrienne maree brown (yes, she is my mentor I’ve never met and highly encourage you to read her work), who sourced Generative Somatics for it: “The word Somatics comes from the Greek root soma which means “the living organism in its wholeness.” It is the best word we have in English to understand human beings as an integrated mind/body/spirit, and as social, relational beings. In somatic speak, we call this embodiment “shape,” and the collective “body” or collective psycho-biology. Somatics is a path, a methodology, a change theory, by which we can embody transformation, individually and collectively. Embodied transformation is foundational change that shows in our actions, ways of being, relating and perceiving. It is transformation that sustains over time. Somatics pragmatically supports our values and actions becoming aligned. It helps us to develop depth and the capacity to feel ourselves, each other and life around us. Somatics builds in us the ability to act from strategy and empathy, and teaches us to be able to assess conditions and “what is” clearly. Somatics is a practice-able theory of change that can move us toward individual, community and collective liberation. Somatics works through the body, engaging us in our thinking, emotion, commitments, vision and action.

In amb’s essay “Feeling From Within: A Life of Somatics,” she says “It turns out, being present is the most important part of every single experience of my life.”

It makes sense, doesn’t it? And yet. It can be so difficult. Especially if you have experienced trauma and its impacts have conditioned your body to feel it’s safer to be disconnected, disassociated than to be here. Right here. In this moment. How do we do it?

My invitations to you were the invitations I gave to myself in the beginning. Pay attention to what is always there, whether we see it/feel it or not.

look up. The sky is always there for you.

look down. What a miraculous body you have, that is always there for you to notice, appreciate, and thank it for what it allows you to do.

feel in. Your breath is always there, a safety, a comfort to rely it. Notice it, follow it, allow it to guide you back to your body, to this moment.

How can you be here with us, the collective, and you, the individual, today?

mom and dad

August 27, 2022

there used to be a valley

a ragged gulf of loneliness and regret, thick with the smoke of fear, between us.

I kept the front lines of the edges of that valley ready and armed, always, waiting, watching.

don’t touch me, no one can touch me, I am untouchable, I am unreachable and no one can hurt me now.

SHHH-she never hears you, said my little voice inside, so why bother talking?

oh, but I was never to blame. only her, always.

oh, but what if I chose something different?

oh, but what if we chose something different?

what happens when I speak my truth?

what happens when I open up?

what happens when instead of stoking the fire, I let the smoke clear?

No fear. What happens?

I soften. I cry. I breathe. I hug my mom like when I was a child.

I thought my heart was breaking.

Now I know, heading to my father’s doorstep, no, this what it feels like,

To live in love so deep, it must be unconditional.

What a surprise.

It has been in me all along.

I love you

August 13, 2022

I love writing letters. I’ve written letters since I was a child. Notes. Cards. Writing has always been easier for me than speaking out loud. Particularly when it comes to love. I used to think the words “I love you,” were only to be reserved for a select few people.

In the book “All About Love: New Visions” by bell hooks, she uses a definition from Erich Fromm, who defines love as “the will to extend one’s self for the purpose of nurturing one’s own or another’s spiritual growth.” 

How wonderful then from this to understand how much and deeply I love people. The people who are my life, the people who pass through my life, the people who I’ll never know.

I love you.

I dedicate myself to nurturing my own spiritual growth. I dedicate myself to nurturing your spiritual growth.

I dedicate myself to loving myself. I dedicate myself to loving you.

I dedicate myself to filling my cup, literally, with love for me, sweet Melissa Mary Fitzgerald.

Here is a practice I’ve started – “filling my cup” to overflow with love for myself and recognition for who I am and how I show up in the world.

Can you fill your cup to overflow with recognition of all the wonderful that you are?
Can you receive your own love? Can you share it with others? Can you share even when what you wrote isn’t “perfect” or not exactly what you meant to say? Can you dive into vulnerability and show up as you are?

I dedicate myself to not just writing, but SPEAKING, and LIVING, the love I am growing every day for myself.

In practice of this, and showing up as I am, I am sharing what I appreciate and love about myself in this moment.

AH! SHARING WITH THE WORLD! Yes! Discomfort!

How can you love yourself today? I invite you write, speak, be, in love and from love, for yourself. Love is an intention, an action, a choice.

Love is also a muscle. Embodiment takes practice.

From: https://amielhandelsman.com

So. When better than today to start loving yourself, right now? THE WORLD NEEDS YOU TO LOVE YOURSELF. We need your cup full, so we can all grow and learn from your beautiful overflow.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

a loving reminder: healing is not linear

July 21, 2022

My approach to healing, when I first started to dive deep into past trauma, was that this is serious work. I worked it like a job – and for me that meant throwing myself into the process 150%, letting it determine my sense of well-being and purpose. I tied up my identity with the trauma, the work. I got lost in it at times. I’m not sure if I consciously thought this, but my mode of operation was that if I followed the right path, the right books, the right methods, that this healing would be done, solved, resolved.

I forgot that healing is nonlinear. I forgot that healing not just anger, grief and anguish. I forgot that it is also joy.

So much joy.

adrienne maree brown wrote in Emergent Strategy, “Transformation doesn’t happen in a linear way, at least not ones we can always track. It happens in cycles, convergences, explosions. If we release the framework of failure, we can realize that we are in iterative cycles, and we can keep asking ourselves – how do I learn from this?”

Reading this books helps me understand healing is this beautiful, iterative work that never ends, that is always inviting us to take our growth and make it adaptable. Allow it shift, so we can learn what we need to, in that moment, in those “cycles, convergences and explosions.”

Healing is imagination work, too. We are imagining a different reality for ourselves, a liberated self. What would it feel like to learn from my pain, there to be another possibility than that pain and suffering?

Photo Credit: The Spruce/Scott K.

“From its own fetal curves, green fiddleheads produce ancient spiral formations. The fiddleheads teach me to unfurl my own lineage & experience patterns – examine them, be with them, and listen to their messages. The fiddleheads are gifted time-travelers. If I don’t learn the lesson now, the pattern will show up in my life like an unwelcome visitor. By meditating with the spiral in mind, I can focus my attention on re-encountering the old wounds differently and imagine a new possibility. The fiddleheads teach me the vitality of a perspective shift. The fiddleheads teach me to respect the slowest micro-movements & my own way forward.” -Marie Varghese

And from The Emergent Strategy podcast episode “The Nonlinearity of Healing with Spenta Kandawalla,” some medicine wisdom, reminding me and you of these same truths, on the “keys to healing.”

“We can’t do it alone…it’s best not to do alone. Part of humans as beings, we need each other. We need connection to survive…Understanding our trauma is really important, but so is understanding not just our resilience, but actually understanding the places that we were loved, wanted, cherished, lifted up…you know, trauma tells us lies about ourselves. It tells us that we’re unlovable, unworthy. And I have just really started to see the importance that we find our way back to the stories that told us other things about ourselves. You know, that we were worthy, that we were good enough, that we tried hard, that we did our best, that being a human is hard, that being anybody alive organism alive on this planet is probably hard…transformation is about wholeness, it’s not just about wounds getting healed…I don’t even know if it’s about who we’re becoming but re-finding who we were always meant to be. I think that’s a key [to healing].

And I think a key is making sure we don’t take ourselves too seriously all the time. Finding life on life’s terms all the time and sometimes it’s mundane, sometimes it’s silly, sometimes it’s very serious, that it’s all real. Sometimes when we get into the work of transformation, we can get very serious…the thing that helped me as a practitioner was that there’s nothing to fix, there’s nothing to solve, there’s nothing to figure out…this is not something to fix in front of me, this is someone to be with. They’ve got their own destiny in front of them.”

And one more time.

There’s nothing to fix.

There’s nothing to solve.

There’s nothing to figure out.

We are someone to be with.

“If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious.” -Beyoncé

sitting with questions

July 4, 2022

In each of us lies worlds beyond our understanding, beyond our grasp, places we glimpse but cannot stay. The layers and the mountains and the facades and the obstacles to our true authenticity, communion with our core selves, our given goodness, are so high and so numerous, it can feel like it’s never-ending. A quest with no resolution. An I’ll never get there so why bother at all. An I thought I knew myself and then there’s this. An I thought I loved myself so how did I get here.  

Ambiguity, but. But I.

Need an answer.

Need a purpose.

Need to know.

Need to understand.

Need to resolve.

Need to improve. 

Need to make a choice.

A change.

NEED TO DO SOMETHING!

The paradoxes we must live alongside, we must live into, tear at, confound sometimes. How can we be present and mindful of the past? How can we get to the root of our reactions, of our suffering, and still be in this moment? How can we practice lovingkindness and push for justice? How can we accept and reimagine something different? How do we love those who are in so much pain, who are so immeshed in their stories and narratives, that their decisions and the way they exercise their capacity and impact in the world harms, kills even? How do we forgive and have boundaries? How do we not put people out of our heart and keep ourselves safe?

A lot of questions lately.

I was listening to a recent On Being podcast with adrienne maree brown. The conversation is rich and beautiful, a balm on the wounds of harm. She asks, what do I take from this and what do I evolve? 

I hear a lot around choosing change. Everything is always changing though. It’s not a choice but rather an acceptance of the inevitable.

So asking the question again today in particular seems important, looking back and looking forward, while being here, fully in our bodies and in this moment. 

What do we take from this and what do we evolve?