Growing up I was always taught to say "excuse me" whenever I burped. I mean in the world of fast food, grease and things that I probably shouldn't have been eating anyway, I can understand that it was the polite thing to do. When I exposed other people to my burps, and maybe even the smell that accompanied it, saying excuse me was probably the least I could do. Over time it became just part of something I did as if on auto-pilot and that which I taught my children as well. You burp, you say excuse me.
The thing is lately I've been burping for seemingly no rhyme or reason. My diet has changed significantly and I can tell the difference between a food burp and an air burp. And lately what's been happening, along with my own energetic clearing and shifting, is a huge increase in "air burps." First thing in the morning, after a great meditation, during some great breathing exercises. My burps have become my friend. Like a welcome reprieve after a long, hard energy clearing session. A pat on the back from above that I did a great job clearing the muck either in my sleep or through my own intentional work.
So as the burps started increasing I no longer felt the urge to say excuse me because I no longer think of my burps as some offensive release of air that inconvenienced others. Instead my burps have become my greatest blessing. A physical sign that I'm doing the damn thing. I am releasing decades, lifetimes of stuck and stagnant energy. And after a significant release I belch loudly and proudly. The bigger the better - yes!!! And I am teaching my children how to pay attention to their own energetic releases as well, cheering them on from the sidelines when they burp. (I'm still working on the farting, but a little at a time, eh?)
And when the occasional stinky food burp rises up I recognize it as a sign from my body that I am not treating it kindly. That I am filling it with further muck which means further work. And some days that's okay - some days that bag of french fries is all that will satisfy me. I show myself compassion, I let it go and I continue doing the work.
And so instead of saying excuse me I say thank you. Thank you burps for becoming my friend. Thank you God for creating a body that allows such a release. And thank you Maricella for doing the work and recognizing the difference between offensive and awesome. XO!