In September of last year, I fractured my left shoulder.

While playing with my beloved dog by the lake, I slipped unexpectedly and landed hard on my shoulder.

As I lay there, I immediately began cleaning. I even spoke the words aloud: “Ice Blue, Ice Blue.”

Next, I decided to call my daughter. She arrived with my ex-husband and called an ambulance for me.

At that moment, many thoughts flooded my mind. I kept questioning, “Why did this happen?” and found myself blaming myself.

At the time, I was under a great deal of stress. I was preparing to move from Munich to the suburbs and felt completely overwhelmed, unsure of where to start.

Although I had been continuously cleaning, this accident still happened. However, from that point on, everything began to unfold smoothly.

Of course, I experienced unbearable pain, but I was able to receive medical attention quickly. When I was told I needed surgery—something far from ideal—I still felt, “I am in the perfect place right now.”

During this process, I asked myself:
“What am I being shown through this experience? What can I clean?”

What could I clean through the experience of injuring my shoulder? Perhaps this was an opportunity to release memories accumulated by my family and ancestors.

I didn’t know the exact reason, but the realization that I could clean filled me with gratitude and a sense of purpose. From that moment on, my surgery and rehabilitation progressed smoothly, guided by inspiration.

Through this experience, I received the message that slowing down is essential.

Time is love. When we feel like we don’t have enough time or are constantly being chased by it, it is actually a message that we are drifting away from our true essence of love.

By being forced to slow down and embrace a quieter rhythm, I was given the chance to reconnect with my inner family once again.

Peace
Irene Schwonek