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The ropes that bind us

Aside Kate@athousandbitsofpaper19 Comments

There is a tether inside me

It runs from the top of my head

Down through my spine

Splitting in two

It exits through the soles of my feet

When I become lost I find it

Hold it

Descending

Hand over hand I reach the bottom

Breathe

Feel my feet

My toes in my shoes

Or on the earth

My calves

And I’m climbing again

All the way back up

Feeling as I go

Until I reach my eyes

I look around mentally noting all I see

I’m back to me

And once again I listen and respond to the conversation as it swirls

But inside, one mental hand is on my tether

And I let it rest there, feeling the rope twist and sway

I don’t let it drop away

I may need it again

If I become lost

*people are energy. We jostle and bump into one another in conversation. Absorb emotions like sponges and release out own chemicals and elixirs to the ether.

The more sensitive you become, the more you can feel it, and the greater the world’s impact can have. There are negatives and positives in that sensitivity.

Feeling into beautiful art, music, poetry. Feeling into relationships with people that you love and conversations that are deep and interesting. Feeling into the beauty of nature and the peace and quiet of our own soul and experience. These are wonderful explorations in a sensitive state.

And then there is the noise and harshness and busyiness. There is the stress and negativity and emotional turbulence that arises from humans around you that triggers your own.

Having a way to return to a sense of balance and peace within the inevitable storms of life that we cannot predict or master is crucial.

19 thoughts on “The ropes that bind us”

  1. I love how you ended this. I think we all just need a quiet place to sit and reflect at the end of the day; a place to recharge and unwind.

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  2. Ah, I know this rope and the balance you so beautifully describe. Kate, you always perfectly describe life in a way that I can’t explain in such an amazing way. I FEEL your words; I have whiplash from nodding. I’m sending love, light, and blessings across the big ocean. I’m a rope climber with you. Much love, gifted friend. ❤️

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  7. So true…and then there is the noise….which is sometimes difficult to recognize and we get caught up.

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