Pamela Llano Zesty Mom
When a friend stopped by the other day to say hello, I wanted to have a nice visit, but instead, this stream of negative energy kept bubbling over out of me and infecting everything.
My poor friend stayed, although I wouldn't have blamed her if she ran away from the ugliness.
The overwhelm of overwork and trying to help others with their untended and neglected issues can be like a poison.
I'm realizing how much other people's toxic waste can infect you, and that sometimes you need to don a hazmat suit or some sort of protective barrier to keep you safe and sane while you navigate the situation.
Another wise woman I know recently mentioned that during her own hard times, she had turned to painting. Sometimes you know there are wisdom in words, and this was one of those times.
There is healing in art.
So, I got out a sketch book and started to let the messes and the energy begin to move through and out.
These came in about a half an hour and it felt good to release some of the "blech."
Nothing pretty yet, but just turning my metaphorical compost to let some air in the soil.
More poop built up within a day, so I know I'll need to keep tending my own patch of life so I can get back to blooming.
And I'll keep reminding myself to put on the protective gear when I need it.
I guess this is spring.
How do you release toxicity?
Have you found any healing through art?
I'd love to hear your thoughts on what helps to get the ugly out, because I've seen enough examples to know that pretending it isn't there just doesn't work in the long haul.
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Writer, Artist, Empowered Living Advocate, Wanna-be Organic Gardening Foodie, Travel Loving Life Explorer, FunSchooling Facilitator / Former Goat-Herding HeadMistress for our Mostly Happy Homeschool, Semi-Crazy Chicken Lady and Mamacita Extraordinaire to a couple of Cage Free Kids.