A Soul’s Journey of Remembering and Letting GO
On the very first night of my arrival, even before our first group session, I wandered off from the hotel to commune with the water. It called to me. I sat on a rock on the shore and without much coaxing, my entire body LET GO.
I let go of the exhausting plane flight and the stress of garnering Covid tests to prove my health was in good standing for international travel. I let go of the anxiety of my suitcases not being transferred in Miami and not having clothes, I let go of the irrational fear that my shuttle driver wouldn’t find me and I would be stuck in the Guatemala City Airport with my limited vocabulary of five Spanish words and my fantastical fear of being shot in the crossfire of drug trafficking. LOL. Didn’t happen…
This was the small release. THEN, I let go of the deeper anxieties of worrying about money, worrying about my five kids, released the PTSD I experienced from living alone during COVID. I let go of my ex-husband, I let go of the guy I had fantasized about being my true soulmate over the past three years who was totally emotionally unavailable, and I let Atitlan Lake take all of it. I let go of every inch of fear, anxiety and overwhelm that belonged to the chaos of my 21stcentury life and an integral piece of my desperate race for material success. Whatever that means… I let go of the pains in my heart that just didn’t serve me and kept me from the pure JOY of being alive.
Being the presence of Lake Atitlan, I felt a wave of comfort and calm wash over my body, my soul and my mind that was a remembering of who I truly was. I was in the presence of God. I was home. I cried and cried from the remembrance. Every day for three weeks, I made sure to commune with this mystical Lake, she was a balm for my tethered soul. LETTING GO. Almost every day I went for a swim in these magical waters… and every day I healed and I remembered more and more of my soul’s truth. I was preparing to enter the Library of the Akashic Records…
