My book of poetry, "Stripping- My fight to find Me" is a story of the triumph of the human spirit. It is a story of our deep need for connection and the infinite power of love to heal.

Hello,
It’s Sunita here.

I am a poet, an author, a wife, a mother, a clinician and a childhood trauma survivor. I healed when I understood that I was broken,
not a victim. I learnt that everything I needed was within me. And that my mental health and my inner life was the essence and driving force of my existence.

I now want to challenge and inspire you to move beyond your old stories so you can embrace possibility and fulfill your potential. So, if that is where you are in your life, I invite you to come visit with me every Friday.

The conversation is honest, the topics are varied, the perspectives are from many angles, but the bottom line is always
Self Love Self Care First. I hope you will join me in a journey of discovery, wonder, growth and a celebration of our truth.

And love

Because what else is there to talk about?

Be well, Do well, Live well,
Warmly,
Sunita

Friday, November 16, 2018

Love is the Master says Rumi. Trauma disagrees...



Hello,
It's Sunita here.

My heart gets drenched in love when I visit with Rumi. This maybe the first blog post where I share his words but I promise it won't be the last.

I often dismissed, downplayed, ignored, and downright declined the invitation to love when I was suffering from trauma. Depression artfully convinces us that we are not good enough to be loved. It also successfully propagates the lie that no one loves us. We will delve into that in more detail at other visits. 

Today however, is all about Rumi and his words about love.

If you are suffering from depression and are anxious, he will remind you of the power of love. If you are feeling strong and connected, he reaffirms so beautifully what you already know about love.

Love is the Master 
Love is the One who masters all things;
I am mastered totally by Love.
By my passion of love for Love
I have ground sweet as sugar.
O furious Wind, I am only a straw before you;
How could I know where I will blown next?
Whoever claims to have made a pact with Destiny
Reveals himself a liar and a fool:
What is any of us but a straw in a storm?
How could anyone make a pact with a hurricane?
God is working everywhere his massive Resurrection;
How can we pretend to act on our own?
In the hand of Love I am like a cat in a sack;
Sometimes Love hoists me into the air,
Sometimes Love flings me to the ground.
Love swings me round and round His head;
I have no peace, in this world or any other.
The Lovers of God have fallen in a furious river;
They have surrendered themselves to Love's commands.
Like mill wheels they turn, day and night, day and night,
Constantly turning and turning, and crying out.
(translated by Andrew Harvey)

Wishing you a week full of love,
Be well Do well Live well,
Sunita

#selfloveselfcarefirst  #jointhemovement


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