My Green Soapstone Heart

Deborah Christensen
Recovery from Harmful Religion
2 min readNov 20, 2019
The author from her own photo collection

You gave us all a heart
made of soapstone, soft but
heat resistant, resilient like us

It holds the collective energy
of the circle, we sat within
that night, emitting love

It is a reminder that
I am the guardian of my own self
I am my protector

Travelling through this world
of my heart, and my soul
I am my greatest champion

And I relish my life journey
I know I will always
be here for me

in love …

I partook in a women’s circle recently in my hometown.

Six women over six months, meeting once a month to deeply connect, replenish and go deep with the aim of healing, self-awareness and connecting.

It was one of the best things I have ever done. I would not have been ready for it at an earlier stage in my life.

But I was ready now.

And I am glad I did it.

Learning to be my own champion, my own best friend and supporter.

Learning greater depths of self-compassion.

Seeing other women who although from all different backgrounds, all share similar fears and insecurities in pushing forward, being happy, and reaching their goals, all affirmed to me, the gift of truly being happy in my own skin, my own self, and in my own personal power as a woman.

Part of finding that power was to sink deep into vulnerability, deep into shame, pulling out toxic belief systems, and sinking deep into my physical body and heart and learning to truly “listen” to my own inner wisdom and voice.

I will treasure my green soapstone heart that I keep sitting on a stand near my bed.

It is a tangible physical reminder of the gift I have (as a soul) of accompanying me as I travel through life.

Mizpah.

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