The other morning I awoke feeling as though I was trying to pass a watermelon through my heart. Not literally, of course, but energetic birthing pangs none-the-less. After several months—if not years—of this, Thursday felt like a kind of watershed moment. “What on earth was going on,” I wondered aloud?
Nor was I alone. Several activating servers I know complained of awakening that very same morning in tears, stuffed emotions overflowing. “Heart stuff,” they each said; the feeling of massive emotional congestion lying at or near the heart. “Have you felt it,” they asked?