Feelin' the Funk
What Do You Do When You're Feelin' Funky?
Ever have one of those days where everything should feel fine—but doesn’t?
That was me yesterday.
I’d slept well, the sunrise was gorgeous, birds singing, even had a healing massage the night before. I should've been feeling awesome, and I was until...
I skipped my morning ritual.
Instead of meditation and contemplationi, I launched into production. Oops. Then I peeked at what others were doing and spiraled into comparison lapsing into the feeling of inadequacy. Suddenly I was questioning everything:
Am I spinning my wheels? Is this making a difference? Is this all a waste of time?
Have you been there, questioning your life? I call that a funky moment.
I tried shifting the energy—picked up my 94-year-old uncle for a haircut. But he was grumpy, and that didn't help. I returned home, in a funk.
You know those moments when you need a lift, but you’re so heavy you don’t know how to lift yourself up?
That’s when I reminded myself: I have tools. What can I do to shift this energy?
So I got naked and jumped into the pond. Ahhh, the healing power of nature.
I floated with the tadpoles and dragonflies. I let the heaviness be there. And I thought—maybe this isn’t just mine. Maybe I’m feeling the weight of the world.
We’d talked about this in our full moon Kundalini class—the collective grief, the power of simply feeling it. And maybe that’s a sacred act in itself.
So that's what I did. I surrendered and marinated in the soup of humanity's suffering and sadness. And I prayed for healing for all beings.
That was my lesson today....
Surrender and move into the funk because, as my teachers have told me,
"The only way out is through, and the only way through is in."
You gotta go into it to get through it.
Maybe that's what's happening as a collective. May we all get to the other side.
So I ask you now:
What do you do when you’re in a funk? How much do you allow yourself to feel?
Tell me in the comments—what’s your way through? 💌
Until Next Time,
