“No stopping while running.” – A sign made by my niece.
I have inspiration fatigue.
When I open my inbox these days it gives me the same feeling that I get now when I pick up a fashion magazine – that insidious undercurrent of: there-is-something-about-me-that-needs-changing.
In Chanelling Grace, Caroline Myss talks about psychic free radicals. When I heard that I stopped still and felt an incredible sense of yes. I really believe that all of the noise and energy pollution and static filling the psychic airways is just as toxic as the garbage that some people eat.
I get that there is a consciousness shift going on and I get that that fear is just as heavy for a lot of people as the size of their thighs. But all of this consciousness raising noise has become bloody exhausting. I feel as toxic and bloated spiritually as I felt physically before I knew I was allergic to gluten.
Sadly there is no allergy test for the spirit.
But I know that I am suffering from inspiration fatigue. So what’s a girl to do? Answer: A psychic detox is in order.
What I need is the psychic equivalent of a green smoothie.
Gone are the trans fats of mailing lists I signed up for just to get the free gift and never opened again. Gone are the artifical sweeteners promising me money love or success, and gone are the emails from anyone who makes me feel less than in any way.
All that is allowed into this sensitive energy field are things that I know are nourishing to me: good friends, muses, mentors, true teachers and the gentle whisperings of my own soul. Authenticity, integrity and delight are now the pre-requisites for access.
This sacred, tender soul deserves only the best, and it is my job to make sure that happens.