So, dear soul-sister, about your shit…

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So, dear soul sister, about your shit…

Or maybe that’s too abrupt. Let me explain…

I owe many of the articles I write to the quirky friends I’ve made in Bali. The reasons we choose this island are different for each of us. But I’m drawn like a sugar-seeking ant to those sweet women who, like me, don’t shy away from intense inner work.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all about issues, tendencies, addictions, and destructive patterns that resurface in a different disguise just when we think we’ve conquered them once and for all. When mutual trust and respect pave the way for sharing at this level there is an equal and opposite reaction toward lasting friendships and insane fun. Balance. Bali is all about balance.

With that introduction, allow me to begin again.

So, dear soul sister, about your shit…

Bali magnifies and accelerates the processing of shit.
Maybe it’s the heat, or the multitude of busy spirits, or the daily abundance of prayers and offerings to maintain equality between the light and the dark – or all of the above.

Whatever it is, your shit will come up here, bigger and stinkier, until you own it, embrace it, and make peace with it – until you love your shit as much or more than you love your sane, sensible, enlightened self.

How do you do it – the owning and embracing?

Make a shit altar – a beautiful shit shrine.
Make a representation of every shitty thing you imagine about yourself and place it on that altar. (I would avoid real excrement – just FYI.)

For example, if you are stubbornly attached to some destructive behavior, maybe write the name of that behavior on a rock and stick chewing gum to it.
If you think you’re not good enough, smart enough, rich enough, whatever enough, put a photo of yourself flat on the altar and set an empty bowl on top of it – leave your face exposed so you have to look at your poor, empty self.

Many gurus advocate writing your shit down and burning it.
I say, face it head on, day in and day out, honor it and celebrate it. Have fun with it.

You get my drift?

Burn incense to your shit.
Make offerings to your shit.
Talk to it.

Let your shit stare you in the face until it makes you laugh.

When a breakthrough comes, change the representation of that piece of shit on the altar. Maybe the rock, in time, becomes a precious gem stone; the bowl fills to overflowing and you’re standing tall on top of it.

Remember that all those shitty things happened because a little girl, who still lives inside you, didn’t know how to separate truth from lies, she didn’t know that the things she suffered were not her fault, she took all the blame.

When you can weep for the little girl and have compassion for how hard she tried, what a strong little fighter she was, you can begin to love yourself.

Shit matters.

This may sound ridiculous but it works. It puts substance to the demons and forces you to confront them. It allows you to interact with them in the physical dimension. It brings humor into an otherwise dark equation. It is ritual, which is essential to our well being but has basically been lost in our superior Western culture, which, viewed from this place of immense beauty and profound healing, doesn’t look so superior at all.

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10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kate
    Apr 16, 2018 @ 23:16:00

    I love this post! No one ever says to laugh with your shit, get it out there, find balance with it in a large way. I try to quietly talk to it, hide it, and most of all, figure out what it is! Same days I’m on top, same days under, it but I like your way – an altar to it!! I have been thinking about you, and wondering if you stayed in Bali or came back to the US… it is such a dilemma. Whatever you choose will be right for you.

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  2. writingforselfdiscovery
    Apr 16, 2018 @ 23:27:53

    Hi Kate!

    I’m glad the post resonated with you. Yes, I’m still in Bali and I appreciate it more than ever. It was a dilemma as grandchildren started coming. I love my family, but I don’t want to live on the periphery of their busy lives. Here I have a rich, wonderful fulfilled life of my own and I’m happier than I ever imagined possible.

    Thanks so much for reading and for your comments!

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  3. Anonymous
    Apr 16, 2018 @ 23:37:00

    What a terrific write….and read. Thanks!

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  4. kaye menzies
    Apr 17, 2018 @ 10:05:03

    PS: I wrote my reply in the Leave your Comment here section at the end of the blog, then hit Post Comment and it disappeared.

    On Mon, Apr 16, 2018 at 3:39 PM, writing for self-discovery wrote:

    > writingforselfdiscovery posted: ” So, dear soul sister, about your shit… > Or maybe that’s too abrupt. Let me explain… I owe many of the articles I > write to the quirky friends I’ve made in Bali. The reasons we choose this > island are different for each of us. But I’m drawn like a sug” >

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  5. Still the Lucky Few
    Apr 17, 2018 @ 11:13:34

    Looks like you made a great choice, Sherry! Life in Bali suits you to a ‘T’!

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  6. writingforselfdiscovery
    Apr 17, 2018 @ 16:56:07

    It does indeed. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve been here before – a past life – an incarnation – it feels so familiar and right.

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  7. monica broechin
    Apr 19, 2018 @ 21:59:59

    I love this post and will share it with my friends who ALL have shit as well. On my bucket list to see (experience) Bali! I enjoy your writing so much. Thank you!

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