Conscious Containers

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Is there a part of you that can keep the wisdom but release the hurt your body has been holding and give it back to the earth?

Is there a conscious container of care and support with a friend, in a class, a place in nature, or with a therapist -somewhere that you feel held well enough to go into the tender, true place of your heart?

These are intense times, and there is also the potential to create a conscious container for care to tend to ourself so well that the voice of should guidance from inside can be heard.

Offering by Rochelle Schieck

Containers are sacred place holders. Remembering they exist for our use, we can create what Rochelle is describing.

Mine are transparent, some have labels, others do not, yet each are within my reach. My practice is to remember that they are there, and to use them.

In early loss, I designed a place in my closet, a shelf, where I metaphorically placed my containers. They were each distinct, serving a particular purpose, and did not desire for me to sprinkle and mix their contents with one another.

Each standing alone.

My containers were labeled:

• Disbelief

• Mother Guilt

• Addiction

• Advice not asked for

• Sorrow

• Lament

• Time

• Uncertainty around my mothering role/ability

• How to live without my son in his physical form

• My dream world

• Growing my relationship with my son now

• Signs

• Hope

• Forgiveness

Standing on my tip toes, reaching for only one container at a time. Being with the contents for only minutes was all my fresh out of the spiritual ICU shredded heart could handle. Placing what needed to go into it, and carefully removing what had been tucked within another one previously. Sifting, sorting, and being among the enormity of whatever was housed within.

This was/is a potent healing tool. It gives the feelings and thoughts a home. Without one, they can try to run the show, which is exhausting, and doesn’t benefit anyone. It is an act of managing that which often can resemble a driverless car on automatic pilot, careening down a treacherous mountainside.

Containers have encouraged what Andrea Gibson, shares so beautifully. “Whoever you are, and whatever helps, I hope today’s a day you are finding the softest way through.”

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