"What binds you?," Teresa asks me.
I've thought long and hard about my answer, ever since she told me about this part of the ritual. We're standing in the south corner of the room, the corner to represent passion, creativity, and motivation. This seemed like the most appropriate corner since I feel like my life is lacking all of these.
When I answer, "Self-doubt," Teresa nods her head with understanding. This is nothing new for me, an issue that's followed me forever, an issue that everyone knows I have. "Katie, meditate on what it is you need to do to be free." As she tells me this, she wraps my wrists together with masking tape.
Instead of joining the circle right away, I move back to my spot at the edge of the room. I close my eyes for awhile and sway to the drumming. I try to meditate in a way that's effective and not in a way that makes me feel sorry for my silly unconfident self. When I finally open my eyes, I see that most of the room is slowly walking around the circle. I figure it's time to join in. If I don't know the answer by now, I never will.
As we continue the circle, the drumming becomes more insistent and the pace becomes quicker. As I'm making my third revolution, a gong starts vibrating, sending chills up and down my arms. In an almost synchronized way, as if we practiced it, one by one we pull apart our wrists and break the masking tape.
For the first time in a long time, I feel completely refreshed.
I've thought long and hard about my answer, ever since she told me about this part of the ritual. We're standing in the south corner of the room, the corner to represent passion, creativity, and motivation. This seemed like the most appropriate corner since I feel like my life is lacking all of these.
When I answer, "Self-doubt," Teresa nods her head with understanding. This is nothing new for me, an issue that's followed me forever, an issue that everyone knows I have. "Katie, meditate on what it is you need to do to be free." As she tells me this, she wraps my wrists together with masking tape.
Instead of joining the circle right away, I move back to my spot at the edge of the room. I close my eyes for awhile and sway to the drumming. I try to meditate in a way that's effective and not in a way that makes me feel sorry for my silly unconfident self. When I finally open my eyes, I see that most of the room is slowly walking around the circle. I figure it's time to join in. If I don't know the answer by now, I never will.
As we continue the circle, the drumming becomes more insistent and the pace becomes quicker. As I'm making my third revolution, a gong starts vibrating, sending chills up and down my arms. In an almost synchronized way, as if we practiced it, one by one we pull apart our wrists and break the masking tape.
For the first time in a long time, I feel completely refreshed.
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