Unleash Your Tongue and Swallow Your Pride. Really?

I feel like I’m swallowing something when I take a risk to speak up with my mouth open wide and my heart hanging out. 

einstein sticking out tongueSure, I did make a promise when I was 7 years old to keep quiet, lay low, and play it safe. It takes a lifetime to shake that one off. Yeah, more like peeling off layers and layers of an invisible shield made of skin-tight armor.

For a moment, in spite of fear, I will linger and dangle off the tip of my tongue.

The tongue tells no lies.

Literally, take a moment and walk over to a mirror. Turn on a light and stick your tongue out at yourself. You’ll have an honest reflection of what’s going on deep inside your guts. Right away-the color, texture, moisture, aroma speaks volumes of your health. Hydration, hormones, and history looks right back at you. Linger a little longer, you say?Unleash Your Tongue

  1. A hydrated tongue is plump, slippery, without a film or coating.
  2. Your hormone read:  if you’re tongue is pink and smooth you’re not running on adrenaline.
  3. Historically (not hysterically) if you’ve dined on unprocessed, nutrient drenched foods, your tongue will unfurl shamelessly with nothing to hide. You’ll see a rosy pink protrusion of firm muscle eager to drool and caress whatever crosses it’s path.

Pride is dry and edgy. I resist letting it roll past my tongue.

When I was 7, being vulnerable and transparent felt deadly. Bullying older brothers and a beyond-bullying teenage stepmother were ready to pounce immediately if I dropped my guard. Or so I believed. And later, pride was too dense to chew. I went to school wearing bruises on my nose, cheeks and eyes and wearing clothes that drooped because I was dried up and underweight. How do I swallow the truth that my father sent me to an orphanage in El Paso instead of sending me to my Mom in San Antonio?  How could I wrap my tongue or mind around betrayal?

Tongue and groove is a tight fit with room to breathe. Snug as a bug in a rug.

Is pride hard to swallow? Pride is what fills hollow bones so you can stand upright. Pride vibrates wide like a rumble instead of squeaks like an untuned violin. Pride roars. Pride owns. Pride claims. So what’s hard to swallow here? Hmmm. Could authority be hard to swallow? Well, I am my own author of my own story of my own life and my reality. There! I not only chewed that up; I gulped it down, digested it, absorbed its nutrients, assimilated its gift, and pooped out the lies that I’m undeserving! Yeah! I say:  Don’t swallow lies that you need to be bigger, stronger, smarter than you currently are. You do have authority to show up and take the next step forward in meeting your life. Yes, hesitation and doubt are too bitter to bite. And Please swallow whole the truth that you are perfectly proud to be human this lifetime. Unleash Your Tongue and Pride So let’s say for a moment, I unleash my tongue and swallow (ingest) my pride. Then what?

My voice pierces through invisible hymens. I do pop cherries! What once was virgin territory that harbored family secrets and blame, is now a fecund garden, seeded with swollen promises of future bounty. I roll over and expose my soft side. I let you rub my belly. Try it on.

Unleash your tongue and with pride let your truth roar.

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I have a Master’s Degree in Transpersonal Psychology and author of 2 books-Sensual Eating, 1992; and Sacred Dance and 22 Card divination deck of my original art, 2010 2nd Edition .

I listen with soft ears- to breath, pauses, rhythm of speech and the words chosen. Our ears go straight to our heart. My purpose is to help others follow their heart, trust their intuition and walk their path. Currently I live in Aloha Oregon west of Portland with my beloved and 1 cat.

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Toto, Looks Like We’re Not In Kansas Anymore

I’ve been digging deep into my soul lately, writing about trusting my intuition. However, I notice a trend in my articles.

Thwack! Kick! Pow! Burn…

What about the subtle sensations like tingling on the back of my ear lobes?

Or the slight changes in my vision?

Or the tiny prickle along my scalp?

Hmm…

In this article, I’m writing about subtle Intuitive Prompts.  Hit is not the word here. Hang with me as I sniff out how I track my intuition.  

mountain pathJust a couple of days ago, a friend and I were hiking to Dead Falls Lake near Mt. Shasta, California.

We were looking at a map and my friend laughed saying he never trusts his intuition about directions.

“I go the opposite of where my intuition points. If my intuition says right I go left.”

I wondered…

“Does my intuition have a sense of direction?”

When I was pre-teen, I could walk from sun-up to sun-down deep in the woods. I lived outside the city limits of San Antonio, Texas. I never felt lost. I wandered aimlessly in tall grasses and scruffy oaks.  There were no streets or human trails, just animal paths to follow.  With no outer direction I always found my way back home. I was 16 years old when I quit trusting my sense of inner direction.

To this day I laugh at myself,

“Turn me 3 times and I’m completely lost!”  

Until a couple of days ago, I thought my hormones were the reason I lost my inner sense of direction.  

Barefoot, I ponder

“What happened to my inner sense of direction?”

I take another step forward. A twig breaks under my foot. Snap!

Something deep inside my stomach twists apart. I can almost hear it click open. I can almost taste it. The sensation of an aluminum can lid twists open deep inside me. That old familiar blood-iron taste coats my tongue. As I put my next bare foot down on the path leading us to Dead Falls, I remember when fear shattered my confidence.

The noise in my ears is a deafening heartbeat BOOM BOOM BOOM.

This time my Intuitive Hit does crack the wall I put up when I am afraid.  

What if my intuition is shouting at me?

I remember. I remember when I buried a part of myself in the dirt so no one could sniff me out. I remember from the same dirt, building a wall around me to shield out any predators.

I remember being raped at the age of 16. It was a date rape. I remember feeling so terrified for my life. I shut down and shut out everything. I couldn’t trust sounds or smell. That’s when I didn’t trust my sense of direction. I couldn’t trust anything or anyone. I didn’t trust me anymore.

I covered my tracks so I wouldn’t find my way back into my desecrated body.

All I can conjure up now is darkness. Shadows. Muffled sounds like a pillow is over my head. 

Before being raped I hitch-hiked alone in Texas, and nothing bad ever happened to me. Sure, I was careful. I grew up around alcoholic men whose laps were not safe to sit on. I knew when walking alone at night which dark alleys were not safe to enter. I really trusted my ‘6th’ sense. I trusted my ability to sniff out danger. 

It happens to the best of us. Life doesn’t always follow a straight line from point A to point B.

There really is a crack in the universe that doesn’t respect cause and affect. Twilight zone isn’t just a T.V. fiction episode. I think Twilight Zone really exists.

I didn’t feel safe to say no to the guy who asked me out. He was the top basketball player on our High School team. I felt something edgy about going out with him. He was black and I was a white foster child in a super small Texas town. When he asked me out, I felt seen. He chose me.  I was living in a temporary foster home. I was one of 8 foster kids living in a small house with a Mexican American family that had 3 children of their own. I was waiting for a more permanent foster home. I was waiting for a family to choose me to be their foster child.

I do remember in slow motion crawling into the back seat of the car. One of his friends chauffeured us to a bar on the sketchy end of town. I never got out of the car. The driver parked the car in the darkest edge of the lot. He turned off the car and I could hear loud music pouring out of the dark and dingy bar. My date, sitting next to me in the back seat pulled out a knife pointing it at my neck. He forced himself onto me. Then he forced himself into me. I barely struggled. I don’t remember making a sound. All I remember is fear flooding all my senses until I was completely numb. I felt like a stray dog stranded on a highway when he dropped me off on the curb at the house. I didn’t feel human.

Now, shaking and determined, I keep following my intuition. I want to see what else I’ve buried.

I dig my toes into the damp earth with each step. I stay grounded as I fall backward in time. 

I keep my nose, eyes and ears focused on the narrow winding path in front of me. Barefoot, I hop on a cold stone crossing a cold creek while my friend stays close behind me.

Cold penetrates the soles of my feet. My eyes water from light flooding in and my nose drips.

I hesitate before putting my right foot on the next slippery wet cold stone. The creek rushes under my feet.

I remember my therapist saying

“Carola, I want you to know what subtle is. I want you to feel my hand rest on top of your knee. If I’m not pinching or squeezing, can you feel me?”

Intuition can be a whisper. Intuition can be the most gentle nudge. Inner sense doesn’t have to be a ‘thwak!’ against the ear or a ‘bonk!’ on the head.

I’ve done the gross motor movements of bludgeoning the earth to uncover my buried body shame. Twenty-two years of furious ecstatic dancing unearthed me and 12 years of therapy pressed me back together. Now I’m learning the nimble skills of listening to the murmurs of calm, contained contentment.

My intuition gently whispers

“Seduce the subtle, enchant the awkward, and keep moving forward.”

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