Freedom to Nap: A Story of Love in Simplicity

I took a mid-day nap. Yes, I, took a nap.

For most people a nap like this would be SUPER easy (and those of You who are reading this at work, probably longed for), but seriously, this was a challenge.

Today I did a Distance Channeled Healing Session with an Awakened One in New York, and shortly after, this Tweet arose from it: “Find Yourself seated or laying down with Your hands on Your womb and solar plexus. Repeat 3x each: ‘I am safe to relax now...’. Bring them to Your heart: ‘I am free to relax now...’. Imagine Yourself free from all that brings You pain. You are Love now. Let Love stream in.”

After the Session I engaged in my energy cleansing practice, Kenyoku-ho taken from Buddhist monks and my training in the Japanese practice of reiki, splashing cold water on my face, head and hands. As the cold water met my skin, gentle tears started flowing down my cheek:. The message: “I am free to relax now,” touched my heart, and I remembered yesterday during an evening meditation, that my Guides has told me when I asked if there was anything I could improve in my channeling Practice, that I should take more mid-day naps— “I most certainly can do that!,” I had joyfully remarked. …Well, now was about that time.

I walked myself over to my bedroom, crawled under the down comforter and tucked myself into “The Cloud” (my bed). “I’m a Nervous Nancy of napping!”, I yelled out to my friend doing some work in the living room. And I laid there, surprised at how much unsettled zingy energy there was in my body despite multiple meditations, tea, and self work I had done prior today!

Behind closed eyelids, it dawned on me: I’m not sure how many times I have taken a nap by myself willingly. Shortly thereafter, I remembered how, as a child, my mother used to lock me in my bedroom when she wanted me to rest, and I either played by myself secretly or screamed for hours restless. I also remember, as an adolescent and a teenager desperately feeling like I needed rest through all the growth spurts and hormonal changes, and being scolded for not being up and about doing chores. So You see, napping wasn’t really something I associated with rest, to say the least.

…I laid hands on my head and throat and relaxed into a peaceful hour snooze after that…

When I woke up, I walked back into the living room and took a seat by the sunlit window, and let myself gaze off into the distance. Tears streamed down my face. My heart was feeling so tender. It had felt so good to sleep. So nourishing, and yet, a part of me felt somewhat guilty for gifting myself the leisure of this peaceful solitude, this simple act of self-love.

At that point, I wanted a coffee so badly, but thought about how recently my Intergalactic Guides had warned me against drinking coffee as it densifies myself as a channel and creates mucus in the body, sludge I have to laboriously hack out of my throat when I want to channel (similar to when You are brushing Your tongue and start gagging—who likes that?!) I was reminiscing on the buzzy pick-me-up a steamy cup of coffee always had on me, vividly recalling how it used to snap me out of the morning blues before heading off to the grind of my old 9-5 before I devoted myself to this Path and this Practice… yet I opted, on this cold blustery, day in SF, for a cozy cup of homemade hot cacao instead, and was transported to when I was a kid in Boston warming my bones while sipping hot cocoa on a snowy, winter day.

This is the good stuff. The rich cacao had just a touch of caffeine to brighten my Spirits, and the serotonin did me well. I smiled, and decided I would write You this Love letter, this blog post.

It’s funny how such a simple act of self-love, an afternoon nap, can be such a HUGE healing.

This act was a reminder that if we listen, truly listen, to the places in us that make us uncomfortable, we can find a blanket waiting to swaddle us in Love.

Tomorrow, nap-time awaits…