Archive for the 'EFT: Emotional Freedom Technique' Category

How Birth Affects Life: More Life Lessons from Martial Arts as 40 Year Old

When I last wrote, I described my fear of tumbling and rolling in karate.  Since then, I have made huge steps in how I feel about rolling.  I would call my fear a phobia - it was that intense and limiting and irrational.  No matter how much I tried to talk myself out of it, I couldn’t move.  If you have a similar fear of heights or spiders, you’ll know what I meant.  I spent one hour working with a sports performance EFT practitioner and completely released my fear. 

[It was great work and once again I am humbled by the power of EFT.]  My fear traced back to two incidents — one which makes sense and one which is amazing to consider.

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Sometimes You Just Have to Itch!

We had windstorms last week.  Two tall forest-like pine trees fell across our driveway, blocking me and the children in and my husband out.  The trees were wrapped in woody poison ivy vines that climbed the length of the trees. The ivy had wooden branches reaching out four feet and more.  We had to cut the trees and unfortunately, despite wearing lots of layers, we ended up with a rash.  It started as a small rash …
and then …
My son and husband puffed up in their faces, eyes swollen shut.  I started with one small spot (I don’t care what the books say, you can spread it by scratching … ) and now my arms, legs, and torso are covered.  I won’t go into any more details but suffice it to say that we’ve been miserable.

 

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My 7-Year Old Can’t Parent

Each of us has many aspects to us.  One part of us is the cool, calm, competent adult.  One part of us is the playful, energetic child.  One part of us is the wounded, wanting to be loved child.  One part of us is the wise, complete soulful voice.  There are many more parts and depending on our own development, some parts are more hidden than others.
 

I recently was feeling out of sorts and anxious.  I wasn’t able to connect and re-center so I talked with one of my coaches.  What we discovered is that the desperate part of me (which was a very young part of me) was trying to run things.  The desperate part of me was getting frustrated and irritated with my children. And no wonder, the desperate part of me was a 7 year old.  Imagine a 7 year old trying to run a household and manage three children — it doesn’t work.
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