25/05/2026
My own practice this week brought an old story to the surface. 🦋
That familiar state of high alert…
Waiting.
Sensing.
Scanning.
Has something gone wrong?
Is something about to happen to me?
Am I safe in this moment?
As I breathed into the feeling, my body took me back to a time when this story was once true.
A time when life didn’t feel grounded, safe, or steady.
The breath has a way of guiding us back — not to relive, but to reconnect.
To remind.
To stay present enough for the body to finally feel safe.
As I stayed with it, breathing and noticing, I became deeply aware of the sensations moving through me.
My chest felt hollow.
My breath was short.
My mind and eyes felt heavy, fixed, focused.
My tummy was tight.
I could feel the fear.
And as I stayed there, I said to myself:
I’ve got you, Christine.
I get to take care of you now.
I am here with you.
I love you.
It felt like I was parenting myself.
And so we breathed together.
And then something softened.
My mind began to release.
And for the first time inside that memory, I felt complete awareness of my body.
I could feel the shock.
The alertness.
The hyper-sensitivity.
Even my tongue was vibrating.
I stayed there for a while, soothing my inner child and letting her know:
You are safe.
You are loved.
You are wanted.
Over the weekend, I felt a deep desire to rest.
To create pockets of space.
To keep feeling.
To keep accepting.
To keep loving what was arising rather than trying to change it.
And slowly, space began to open.
Waves of ideas started landing like butterflies. 🦋💫
Little pieces of wisdom arriving softly.
And in that space came truth:
Healing is layered.
Like an onion, there are many layers to release.
We get to choose what we continue carrying and what we are finally ready to let go of.
It takes time for the body to release hyper-vigilance.
Trust.
Love.
Connection.
Healthy rest.
These create the safety the nervous system needs to soften its grip.
Space releases attachment.
Downtime allows old stories to disconnect.
Breath creates the space.
And sometimes the greatest healing is simply reminding yourself:
You are doing the best you can.
So I keep breathing.
I keep allowing the breath to move me through the tunnel…
and into the light.
Healing isn’t linear.
It comes and goes like a butterfly, until we release our own energetic attachment to what once needed to protect us. 🦋
can you see the butterfly on my top? 😍☺️
This is where butterfly wisdom was born for me.
Nature became my teacher.