Not Looking Back, Only Forward

 

Welcome to the crafting of my mind, body, and soul. I have this one quote that has been pinned in my to the cork board of my memory. I don't look back on it, but I recall it and reach out to it when I want to remember who I am and why I am here.

“The face is the image of the soul” – Cicero

I have wondered what the meaning of this quote was intended to be, but have learned that it will never be looked at the same by every individual. We each have a face, an image, and a soul. Does this mean the face we see every day in the mirror is our soul? Does this intend to speak that if the face is beautiful, the soul is beautiful? Or, was this message visualized by the speaker of self-realization that we are facing a reflection of ourselves simply as an ambiance, psyche, or our overall being?

Whatever was the life before; the past is not the life now, the present. I have always been a severely stressed individual. Over the years I have learned various techniques to channel my emotions, stress, and negativity in the opposite direction; behind me. My mother is one of a spiritual personality, inside and out and this alone is one of the many reasons why she is my number one idol.

The Journey On relaxation exercise had a voice that sounded so familiar to a voice I have heard once before. Not only did that influence grab my attention, it carried a relaxing tone to another level, perhaps the journey of unwinding and easing of muscle tension with the heaviness and warmth felt throughout arms, hands, legs, and feet. I found myself feeling an extreme sense of anxiety at the start of the exercise and almost had to stop what I was doing and tell myself that I would re-try tomorrow. My mind was clear, but my chest was at unease and I felt impatient as I listened tentatively to the conveying of the words and instructions. I realized quickly that the feeling rushing over my chest was a result of the anxiety disorder that I suffer, but have learned to deal with naturally by taking those slow, deep breaths, and placing an even higher concentration level to what I was listening to. Before I knew it, the anxiety was gone and I was flowing right into a sleep-like stage. Was I really that tired or was this relaxation technique carrying me off to somewhere I was meant to be? It seems that I have so many questions that I truly know the answers, but often wonder if the answer I presume is the most genuine or whether or not there is another remedy higher in strength and validity. The background music in the relaxation exercise paved a road through the directions in which I could not only see, but feel signs.

I appreciate every person that walks in and walks out of my life because they were predestined to connect or associate some aspect of life and its presence. My reflection has mirrored many years of encounters and cannot be shattered.

~Dina~