Monáe's Musings | Fabulous and Fortunate Podcast

Being held by mountains is something that has allowed me to thrive in respect to my healing journey. On a recent trip the topic of being held by mountains and oceans came up. What does that mean? And what does it entail?

To me being held by mountains means to allow the full breadth of yourself to come alive. To stomp without being worried about shaking things up. To yell without worrying about being too loud. To quake and shake without worrying about the boat rocking. In my being held by mountains I discovered that I loved the feeling. There was a moment during an especially intense week that had me feeling overwhelmed by he vastness that surrounded me. It was me sandwiched between mounds of lichen, moss, and trees. I felt captured in a sense, but not in a way that you would normally think of being captured. I felt like I was in a cocoon of knowing. A cocoon of being free and divine in a right that is once understood by nature. Then suddenly all the mundane of the day didn’t seem to be matter as much. I felt I could cry and be held without judgement. So I did. I cried and cried and laughed and then cried some more. How wonderful it was to cry, which is a natural way for the body to release, without any judgment. I cried at least 2x a day during that entire week. Then I realized that was what I was deeply craving and missing.

As I evolve into who I was always meant to be, I realized that many limiting beliefs held me back from being my full self. My fully messy, wild, yet brilliant self. Tapping into the universal brilliance that conduces messy crying felt freeing – yet so gentle and powerful. Being held by mountains and the ocean feels yummy, delicious, and like a guilty pleasure. The feeling of being held is one that I believe we all crave at some time of the other. To be held in all of our woes, our joys, our sorrows, and not having to hear about it over coffee afterwards. It stays sacred when the holding is being done by mountains. Those beautiful mountains that you can cast your secrets to and they won’t mutter a peep about it to anyone else. 

When was the last time you were held by mountains? And if you never have been, how can you make that happen for yourself?