Gosh, I hope I spelled that correctly.
As is my practice, I think, I think some more, I ponder, I wrap my brain around it all…then I pull a card or several and end up finding out that my feelings are my biggest (and most accurate) compass.
It is kind of cool. And the farther I get from thinking the clearer and more guidance I seem to get along the way. For me, feeling is not exactly easy. Denied the expression of feelings pretty much from day one, it’s almost like I’m learning a foreign language.
Yet, with all my idiosyncrasies, it’s actually my strongest sense. So, I’m learning to interpret feelings – physical, emotional, all of it. That means, first of all, noticing them. Dissociation has been a constant companion. That was how I processed emotions. Now…while I feel lost most of the time, I still feel (oh, look, I actually used the word 😉 a great sense of adventure involved.
It’s almost like being taken from the woods as a baby fairy and upon returning, you suddenly realize that this is what home feels like…even tho’ you’ve never been there before (or at least since your kidnapping).
The less I try to translate feeling into thought and/or words, the more accurate the feelings get. The only complication is when I try to explain it to another human being or write it down for myself. I guess that will come in time. But for now, that weird look on my face is me feeling all the cool stuff that I can’t tell you about. 🙂