Listening to heart song. Listening to my body when it says no. Listening to breath. Listening to intuition. Listening to soma. Listening to music. Listening to mom and husband. Listening and not listening to music. Listening to ocean. Listening to jungle bugs. Listening to the Serenity sound bath. Listening to the heart song. Listening to Pyramids of Chi. Listening to the breath with Wakuha. Listening to my body saying no. What happened to my voice? Reading “ Seven thousand ways of listening”. Listening to women’s stories. Listening to Carlos teach SOMA. Listening to Pao Pamika sing medicine songs. Listening to my own improvised made up language. Listening to the right flow of people to uncover what you’re ready to hear and process.
I eat bland diet to help my digestive system. It’s been upset tummy since returning to Ubud. I was so looking forward to delicious fancy vegan restaurants and the extravagant culinary inventions these hippies come up with. Instead, I’m thoroughly enjoying bread. A part of me is loving this. I rarely eat bread and my god is it tasty!
And SOMA says, “I just don’t want to be hurt anymore. I have so many wounds it makes it hard to “leave the house.”
Flower mandalas :) I pass by these passing expressions of beauty on the earth for us every day.
The memories may remain. The energetic charge around them can dissipate. Go beyond.
Through the challenges, find a little piece of gratitude. That’s the way through.
Deep inside of you there is a true. Can you trust in that truth?
You are a spiritual force.
The words you speak to yourself are the flower you place on the alter if the temple of You.
I am in love; being in this space is not easy and it is worth it a million times.
It’s a flow state and we’re all just swimming in it. As we play, the healing journey becomes a visionary journey.