Tracey Lee, creator of The Self-Love Movement, is a wise and articulate mystic and teacher. Tracey Lee's genuine, Loving, direct, no-holds-barred style facilitates a tidal wave of Love. She powerfully guides her clients to shift out of darkness and illusion into the light of their phenomenal true self. Tracey Lee is an empathetic change agent for those who are truly ready for their life to be different.
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Shame is a m*%^$#f*$&@# no matter your gender, age, or level of success. I do believe there is a particularly insidious kind of shame the ‘successful man’ who has ‘made it’ feels. The man who thinks he has no right to feel sad, angry, confused, depressed even, or deeply unsatisfied, let alone lonely or afraid. This shame seems to lock him in a room without doors or windows, a voice shouting on repeat “DO NOT ASK FOR HELP LOOSER!!!”
I now see life less in terms of black and white, right and wrong, good and bad, and more like the proverbial tapestry. A veritable watercolor of all things high and low. This is the stuff of a rich life. And while a rich life lived with a wide-open heart does allow for pain and tears do fall, it also allows me to Love many deeply and be so Loved in return.
I am grateful to be on the beginning side of things once again. Deeply breathing in the clear cool mountain air with gratitude, delicious anticipation, and an expertly made latte in my hand.
This week, for the first time in a very long time – close to a year, I heard myself laugh again, a full out bellowing laugh that came and went for the better part of an hour. This big throaty, head back, mouth open wide, full-body kind of laugh was, and is, a glorious restorative precious thing. It felt so easy, like finding something that was just hiding in the back of my closet I wasn’t even looking for, a long-lost favorite treasure. I didn’t analyze it as it was happening. I rolled with it fully and with abandon. The next morning, I began to marvel at the ease with which this particular kind of joy returned. Eight months or more joy had been missing, dormant, absent. And just like that, just as spring is exploding all around me, so too am I emerging from a long dark cold miserable season, hand in hand with joy apparently.
I take a seat next to her and take her hand. She immediately leans in to hug me. She knows that I know what is really happening for her in that moment even more than she does. This is comforting to this younger me who felt chronically misunderstood. I tell her how beautiful she is. She brushes it off like yeah-yeah. I take a beat and look in her eyes and say it again, “You are so beautiful, more beautiful than you know. I promise.” She takes it in this time, understanding and not brushing it aside.
And so I grieve. I woke up with the grief all over me this morning. It filtered into my dreams last night and hangs on me still like a heavy wet black cloak of confusion, unanswered questions, sorrow, anger, and despair.
Letting him see my messy, my sadness, my tears…
letting him Love me in this moment, is the most supremely self-Loving thing I can do.
Sometimes, when the moon is in just the right phase, and the stars are in just the right alignment, and the house is too quiet, and I feel too alone, and someone says or does something that reminds me of that trauma, or that song plays…I find myself awash with the grief and pain and sadness and come face to face with my trauma all over again.
Until this morning, in those moments, I have tried an infinite number of healthy and not so healthy ways to, well honestly, not feel what I am feeling. This morning I want to apologize to my sweet traumatized self for trying relentlessly to erase her. Instead I open my arms and heart to her and say, “Oh honey, of course you feel this way. How could you not?”
Autumn, the time of year when leaves fall to the earth away from the trees that have been their home.
What are you ready to intentionally and consciously let fall away?
What do you no longer wish to carry?
What have you realized is too heavy, and are now ready to lay down?
As the leaves fall to the earth they decompose and become nutrients and nourishment for seeds to be planted in the future.
What can you release now to become food for the future?
Here are some prompts to consider, perhaps journal about, or share in your sacred circles:
Resistance causes suffering. Acceptance, non-resistance, allows me to freely move through the feelings as they arise. Judgement and criticism are the actions of resistance. Compassion and curiosity are the actions of acceptance. Awareness is the magical tool that assists me in knowing when I am in resistance or acceptance. Gentleness with myself and others has been most important, and I have kept it close at hand this week.
"I sometimes go a whole day not even thinking about love.
Thank you for the reminder."
Oh! I am not supposed to know everything! I am not supposed to never need help! In fact, not knowing and asking for help is precisely where and how I invite the Benevolent Forces of the Universe enter my life and assist me.
I wrote this blog post years ago...maybe 6 or 7 years ago. I refer to it often, forwarding it to clients, unearthing it for the truth and goodness and the powerful shift it offers the reader. I shared it again just this week with a client and felt the nudge to share it with all of you again, now, for those of you who need this message as much as I did years ago.
Let me break it down here: We all have ‘oh shit’ moments. And I mean we all, me too. Some days everything feels like an ‘oh shit’ moment. If we had an internal Richter scale gauging our ‘oh shit’ moments, most of them would at least be a 7, some even higher.
Unless a bear is chasing you through the woods, or a lion is about to eat your face off, or there’s a person with a bloody ax at your door, or some other extreme and unlikely event, your ‘oh shit’ moment is a big fat hairy lie.
The number 1 Pearl in my Toolbox is ‘Better out than in’. And it’s number 1 for a reason.
I firmly believe that whatever we are holding in will eventually find its way out, and when we can let it out on purpose, well, let’s just say there’s a whole lot less mess to clean up.
Trying to hold our feelings in is as futile as trying to hold 10 beach balls underwater at the same time. It’s just not possible. These feelings we think are better kept on the inside, will fester and ooze and get infected without oxygen. Basically, they get worse to get our attention. They get worse because they want out.
Stasis: a period or state of inactivity or equilibrium.
Today I’m going to share with you the importance of getting yourself back to stasis, a state of equilibrium, where you are neither escalated nor de-escalated. You are neither triggered or depressed. You are at peace.
And I’m going to share with you some techniques that can assist you with getting back to stasis.
“I Love myself and so…” is a phrase you may have noticed I use a lot. It’s my fave, my go-to, and has become my signature and tagline. And today I am going to share with you one potent and powerful way I action this phrase on the regular!
I want to take you inside of my personal space and experience because it’s easy to think that while I teach this, I don’t live it, and the reality is I teach this because I live it. I’m in it with you, and it doesn’t always feel good. So here’s a juicy peak at my own time deep in it recently walking hand-in-hand with myself and Love.
Whenever I feel triggered, I stop, take a breath, I recognize what is happening, close my eyes, and step into the time machine. In my mind’s eye, I imagine the time machine door opening.
