I make it no secret that I’ve experienced health problems–you can find it right in my bio. The past several months have been full of excitement, growth, and travel. When I’m home, I’m working, learning with my horses, practicing bodywork, or researching something. I enjoy moving. I relish in doing things I love–especially since for so long I found it difficult to do them.
This past month I’ve had to extend some extra self-love and patience to myself as I’ve begun to experience dizziness and some other old symptoms have cropped up. At first, I was fearful. I avoided them–looked the other way and kept going. My body was giving me plenty of warning signals, but I wasn’t quite listening. I began to feel worse, to the point of where I found myself walking up windy stairs to an acupuncturist office.
I’ve been in love with the idea of Traditional Chinese Medicine, acupuncture, and herbs for a while now. I use acupressure on myself and my horses and occasionally incorporate it into my practices with references and suggestions from more experienced practitioners in tow. I’m a big fan of herbs, both for myself and my horses. Needles, on the other hand, are something I’ve never really been fond of, but my heart (and the world) kept repeating acupuncture and TCM to me. So there I found myself, in an eclectically oriental-vintage office with little splashes of humor and emerald green, sitting in front of a friendly and determined Chicago gal.
For me personally, the experience was amazing. At a time where my body had begun to close doors, it opened them so I could do more in the area of self-healing. The acupuncture connected me to my roots, to something greater, and to a healing flow that deserves its own post to be described.
Since then, I’ve realized the other things my body, mind, and heart have been asking for. More love, more positivity. More time doing what I love, rather than just learning what I love. A slower travel schedule. More connected. Definitely more sleep, and more water–but among the things I’ve learned, there’s something that needs to be explored more clearly.
My path has shifted. Rather than just being a learned, I have also stepped into the path of a sewer–a doer, a practicer. I’m getting back on my feet, but with a different rhythm in my dance this time. My horses are sharing with me the feelings I’ve yearned for… because I’m ready for them.
Getting back on your feet isn’t always immediate. It isn’t always fast, and it isn’t always gentle. You usually can’t do exactly what you did before–that’s why you ended up here anyway. What these periods do for me is guide me, always. I learn and become better and stronger and more connected than I ever was before. I have to say, I’m so grateful for health, including the whole spectrum: what feels good and what doesn’t. I’m so grateful for learning to listen. I’m so grateful to be connecting more with my heart. And I’m so grateful to my horses, for guiding and supporting me all along this journey.
There’s a special thing in sharing your wellness journey with your horses, in having the intention of always helping each other to develop more wellness, to flourish more. With this practice, even less-than-perfect moments can be embraced fully and in love, because you have some of the most amazing partners sharing with you some of the most amazing things.