I promised I would start this set of entries by Thursday, so here goes...
Gary Craig, founder of Emotional Freedom Techniques (EFT), recommends that everyone who is willing to stick with EFT to complete a "Personal Peace Process". Reminds me of the 12-step, "Searching and moral inventory."
The idea is to list the events of your life where things went awry, then -- with EFT -- start tapping on/about items on the list until there's nothing left but peace. But how do you start a list like that?
I started with using a list from a Unity church 4T class I took several years ago to determine the areas:
Spiritual
Family Relationships
Other Relationships
Health & Physical Fitness
Education
Career
Service
Financial
Personal insight (how I think about myself)
Things I wanted to do
Next, I drew 5 lines to represent the decades I've been around -- a 5-segment time-line.
I've only just started to fill in the details from each segment. I don't really remember much from 0 to 10 years old. A few memories, but not many. It helped me to anchor the age to places I was living -- this has always been the case for me. If I can remember the location, some of the memories return.
For example, I know I was about 8 when my brother Jon was born and we lived in Texas (Mineral Wells). I changed his diaper many times. We had a Boston Terrier and a kitty (Bat Cat?). Dad was in Viet Nam when Jon was born. I remember I liked my teacher. And I loved playing outside.
I think I was 8-10 when we (my family) lived in California: Fort Ord in the Monterrey Bay area. I remember being friends with Karen Christiansen. There were 4 kids in her family, just like there were/are in mine. All roughly the same age as in my family. I remember learning to walk on stilts from ones her father, a Navy man, made. And they had cable spools we also rolled with our feet. I remember learning to play the piano. I remember one Halloween when we didn't eat all the candy, so Mom stored it, but we kids found it and made a hole in the box. Each day, we got some when we came home from school. When Mom found out, she made us eat a plateful for dinner. All of us bawling. And I remember learning how to make farting noises, but when I excitedly showed my Dad, suddenly feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
More on the list later.
Miracles to come soon!
Suzan
