Inner work is like a Sourdough starter

I need to treat myself, like I do my sourdough starter.

That fresh flour, clean new green grapes and warm water all combined

Stirred in a bottle

Waiting for the reaction.

Excitement builds as the bubbles emerge

as its kept in a warm place.

Is it ready , is it ready to be used?

And turned into bread

Warm fresh sourdough

like a new shiny toy

Yummy bread that takes hours to make

But I did it. With my own yeast – that I grew

It took time

It couldn’t be rushed

It needed the right conditions.

Yummy tasty bread. Deep glow.

Bread for three days, busy for more

Sourdough inactive. Stuck in the fridge. Cold. Inactive.

Isnt that how we treat ourselves sometimes?

Leaving ourselves in the fridge like an inactive sourdough

Avoiding what the smell might be like if we look inside?

Cold

Filling the fridge with other things, trying to bury it at the back

Too much rush, no time to look inside.

How long have we been left?

Isnt it time?

to awaken ?

What about you? What about me?

and let that inner you free?

Cant rush it, even when its out the fridge though.

All those dormant bacteria, killed immediately with boiling water.

Too quick, too much, too hot

Cant rush this. It needs time.

Wake them up

gently.

Our inner self might require time to awake

get out of bed,

safety, to breathe again

warmth , to be active

food, to feast on and grow

Like sourdough in the jar.

Slow.

Our inner child, our inner self – cold, hiding in the fridge.

Yet inside its bubbles of goodness

Bubbles of life

Bubbles that make bread, that tastes good.

Nurture ourselves, take time for ourselves

Not starve ourselves, or keep ourselves dormant,

or pour on the boiling water of self hatred, or give other people the kettle

Inner healing is like a sourdough starter

There is life, from inside, waiting to be , waiting to grow, waiting to play with the flour…and herbs and everything else..waiting to be the you. Waiting to be me.