by Ann Kreilkamp July 11, 2013
Yesterday presented a turning point in my retreat. I had been feeling down under, lugubrious, wasted, I presume as a result of the July 4th ordeal. My adrenals were shot.
So I rested, and waited, and meditated. And watched my tricky mind make up stories, and ponder imponderables. A difficult passage. I was up against the impossible, and didn’t see a way through.
Then, yesterday morning, during my first of three daily meditations, I felt the whole imponderable mess as a powerful emotional blockage in my solar plexus. Really felt it. Felt my way into it. Allowed it to fully be. (Have you ever actually seen the “solar plexus”? It’s an enormous branching array of nerves, like Grand Central, for the human nervous system.)
And, as I expected, that surrender, almost immediately, allowed the feeling to move. Five minutes later, I endured one of my rare, but unmistakable, cleansing reactions, the entire contents of my bowels releasing into the toilet.
From then on, I could feel a quickening. My energy had reignited, and started to return.