Recently I had gallbladder surgery. Afterward I was not able to eat very much and I was feeling really off, like I wasn’t quite all here. When I described the feeling to a friend, she said “You are not back in your body.” My reaction, “Well duh!” I had done all my pre-surgery healing preparations, but had forgotten about doing post-op protocols.
Happily when I came to this realization, Charles and I were getting ready for a trip to Mt. Bachelor in Bend, Oregon. I knew this was the place I needed to go to shake off the lingering effects of anesthesia and pain killers.
Always when I am standing atop Mt. Bachelor overlooking the rest of the Cascade range, including the Sisters and Broken Top, I feel like the mountains embrace me. In a place so high up, I feel very much part of the earth.
Many years ago after a close friend of mine died I had a hard time processing my grief (I had been her doula, her close companion through cancer treatment and death.) So I went to one of my favorite places in the Shawanugunk Mountains in upper New York state. In this place the massive boulders there were my consolation. The ancient energy of these rocks were the big shoulders I needed to cry on.
To this day, I often go to those ancient sentinels just to touch base.
The beach is another special place for me. In days past I had a job that was horrendously stressful all summer. Every year at the end of this period, Charles and I would go to the beach. For three days I sat on the beach, pretty much in a state of “don’t talk to me!” After those three days, I was calm and relaxed once more. Then it was safe to talk to me :)
I hope that you have your special places or that you can find places that serve as your quiet healing place.