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Vibrant Days…. 

Flourishing with Sensory Processing Sensitivity

February 2015



I didn’t want to write you this month. It’s been one of those months of surviving (ok resenting) my sensitivity. What a paradox to be cursing my Maker one day for creating me this way and the next to be assisting another in discovering how rich this wiring can be.

This month’s culprit: physical pain. I’m avoiding typing the word chronic. How often you share with me the varieties of symptoms you battle with and battle is putting it lightly. There is nothing like living life with physical pain. It distracts, exhausts, irritates, depresses and continuously threatens to steal one’s joy and peace. My mind goes everywhere in concluding the source and then worse: that it will always be this way. The pain accompanies me to work, to bed and even to the movies. And then what others say. Whether it be doctors or people attempting to be kind, very few words feel helpful. I can see why many of us hide our physical aches and pains from others.

When I experience deep challenges of any kind I search for inspiration and different perspectives. Wouldn’t you know one of the books I’m reading, Unbroken, is written by a brilliant writer who suffers from chronic fatigue syndrome. When I discovered this I did research and found an article she wrote some time ago I thought you might find interesting:

So here’s to you battling today. I taste your longing to be healed. I get how exhausting it is to carry pain. I know our brilliant sensitive frames feel things so deeply it can feel we don’t have skin on. I know what it’s like to be in a social setting and all you can think about is leaving and seeking pain relief. I know what’s it’s like to be alone and consumed with pain.   Here’s to you who take the med you were told would eliminate the symptoms and still they present. Here’s to you who courageously went to the doctor and heard horrible news or even an incorrect diagnosis.

Here’s to you who have felt embarrassed, judged, minimized, and even forsaken. We are still here with our brilliant sensitive selves and healing IS possible.


Talk about soothing…


Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe
that I do not want it. Now I understand
why the old poets of China went so far and high
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
– From “The Old Poets of China” by Mary Oliver in Why I Wake Early


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