![]() ![]() Sensitivity is the clearing river, a blossoming wildflower, an anchor to Earth, and the compass-branded Soul. Like Marianne Williamson said, “…as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.” Life becomes lighter, more magical, and challenging in a glorious way. And well, when I (and we) do that, everything automatically changes. When I gave myself permission to slide my feet deep into my sensitive shoes, I gave myself permission to be who I was. I didn’t understand how to utilize this precious characteristic of my being so instead I’d stress out for feeling overwhelmed by stuff that seemed easily manageable by other people. ![]() I’d get super triggered by loud music or injustice or violence on television, and I’d either react strongly or I’d withdraw. I’d get super stressed out in large crowds or by having too many things to do. ![]() I used to dilute my innate, sensitive superpower with weird delusions of who I thought I should be. Prehistoric me, or closeted hyper-sensitive me, was often confused or guilt-tripping for feeling too intently, too intimately, too sensitively. Understanding, accepting and shouting from the rooftops that I’M A HIGHLY SENSITIVE PERSON, has changed my entire life-for the better. ![]() So I’ve learned to harmonize with my hypersensitivity, and you can too, by taking this first step: out your highly sensitive ass. For me, this also means a lot more human-related misunderstandings. heart-numbing habits, self-destruction, and self-sabotage. When I resist my sensitivity, I take a B-line straight into the hands of my demons a.k.a. A visit to your dragon will sooner or later become necessary. You can’t hide amongst the flower stems and petals forever. One of the biggest lessons that I’ve learned about being highly sensitive is this: what you resist persists. I’ve spent more than half a lifetime repressing sensitivity’s magic-its pulse of intuition, its surge of empowerment, its call to service, its ignition of creativity, and its glimpse at true beauty, and-let’s not forget-its ability to heal. But it’s also misunderstood and a power that isn’t always easy to harness. I have found that it can either lead me to a wild field of flowers, or to my cold, damp little fortress.īeing highly sensitive is incredible. It’s my belly and my heart, and it’s my gently rounded cosmic edge. Sensitivity is my tree trunk, my flower stem, and my nucleus. ![]()
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