About the Book
Ruby-Red Sneakers
A Journey to Healing and Awakening to Your Truth
My awakening process has been a roller coaster. It feels like the exciting month leading up to Christmas, with all the parties and warm Hallmark movies, to the month after Christmas, when the bills arrive and the celebration ends. Feel free to insert whatever holiday you celebrate. It’s the same feeling. I’m on cloud nine, discovering my bliss, and then suddenly, I’m slapped in the face and feel deflated. It is all worth it, and I can slap my face pretty hard.
In The Wizard of Oz, I was at the scene where I, Dorothy, stumble upon the forest of apple trees. The further I wandered through the forest of trees, the more apples I became aware of. As I began collecting the juicy apples, the trees woke up and began to talk, and they were not pleasant. They told me I didn’t deserve the apples and threw the fallen ones at my head to keep me from biting into them.
The intimidating trees had me doubting myself. They kept putting me down and chucking their rotten apples at me. I had to face them and find out why they didn’t like me. Perhaps I wasn’t nurturing, spending time, or caring for them. They needed sunshine. They were huge downers. I had to spend time with these trees to hear what they had to say, find out what they were missing, and if what they said had any truth.
I didn’t know the best way to handle the trees.
About the Book
Ruby-Red Sneakers
A Journey to Healing and Awakening to Your Truth
My awakening process has been a roller coaster. It feels like the exciting month leading up to Christmas, with all the parties and warm Hallmark movies, to the month after Christmas, when the bills arrive and the celebration ends. Feel free to insert whatever holiday you celebrate. It’s the same feeling. I’m on cloud nine, discovering my bliss, and then suddenly, I’m slapped in the face and feel deflated. It is all worth it, and I can slap my face pretty hard.
In The Wizard of Oz, I was at the scene where I, Dorothy, stumble upon the forest of apple trees. The further I wandered through the forest of trees, the more apples I became aware of. As I began collecting the juicy apples, the trees woke up and began to talk, and they were not pleasant. They told me I didn’t deserve the apples and threw the fallen ones at my head to keep me from biting into them.
The intimidating trees had me doubting myself. They kept putting me down and chucking their rotten apples at me. I had to face them and find out why they didn’t like me. Perhaps I wasn’t nurturing, spending time, or caring for them. They needed sunshine. They were huge downers. I had to spend time with these trees to hear what they had to say, find out what they were missing, and if what they said had any truth.
I didn’t know the best way to handle the trees.