My Soul Screamed And A New Woman Was Born

There are moments in my life which I can't really explain to others how much those moments impact me. I have been told to be a "too much" woman and to feel "too much".  I used to believe that and to judge myself for that. Today, I embrace that as a gift because the most simple things in life can make me feel blissful and can also shake me to the core and make me feel more alive than ever.

Today I want to share with you one of those moments, which happened a couple of years ago, more precisely in 2014, when the intense journey into knowing myself really began.

For the most skeptic ones let's say it was a coincidence ;)

A poem crossed my path and as I read it I found myself gasping for air, reaching out for a breath that felt to be taken away from me. I was shaken to my bones, the cells in my body vibrated and my SOUL screamed.

I have read somewhere that the soul whispers but that day my soul screamed louder than my pain and I heard it for the first time. I guess my soul got tired of whispering and me never listening to it. Maybe it figured out I had hearing problems (insert any kind of laughter you wish here as I am laughing at myself right now! LOL)

It really doesn't even matter the reason why. What matters is that day, reading that poem, I really felt ME, an unknown part of myself was shown to me, a part which I had never acknowledged and didn't even imagine existed. That poem stroke me so deep down to my core, shook me inside out, ripped me off and for the first time in my life I knew with every cell in my body that I didn’t love myself.

And I cried ... 

and I cried ... and I cried ... 

And as I allowed the tears to roll down my face, without even knowing it I was creating the space for a different woman to be born that day.

That day I promised myself that my garden would never be forgotten and dead ever again. 

This was the poem:

The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine. 

”In return for the odor of my jasmine, 
I’d like all the odor of your roses.” 

”I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead.” 

”Well then, I’ll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.” 

The wind left.  And I wept.  And I said to myself: 
”What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?”
— Antonio Machado


How have you been taking care of your garden?
Drop me a comment as I would love to hear from you how this poem resonated with you or not. What did it bring out for you?

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