Yoga. Meditation. Reiki. www.iheartyoga.com
12/08/2020
I miss hugging everyone. I miss touch. I know this too shall pass and this is the other spectrum of the rainbow to feel fullness on all levels and layers of being. Change is constant and even in these moments of isolation it will shift.
04/22/2020
“Have faith” whispered courage, while bravery took a deep long sigh and grief cried. Writing by me
03/28/2020
And so we sit or stand or pace in our dwellings in the solitude of social distancing to discover how connected we all are, how fragile, how vulnerable, how lonely, how human, and how everything can change in the blink of the eye. I too am trusting this process and praying for the collective suffering. Today opened a portal that’s been longing to be held. I feel in touch with my pain in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. It’s a roller coaster over here, on the float denial and the gravity of the global reality. I am in my head and I see all the shadow figures I regularly avoid grief, loneliness, sadness, and isolation, they are dressed up welcoming me to the table they are bringing me gifts like time, healing, love, vulnerability, and process. All parts of myself are longing to be held and loved as one. I have been exhausted for a long time. No everything isn’t normal or fine, things are not okay. It doesn’t feel authentic for me in this heart state to keep producing a truck load of content. I am not a factory or a product. I am a human being and need to process and feel this collective grief as well as my own. I am ready to face and feel grief and see it’s that is too, is asking to be loved. My dreams are giving me the collective awakening because lungs are grief. Our heart centre is joy and grief is asking to be loved. We are letting our old ways release. We are human beings. We get to give ourselves the space to be. Today I let myself cry and be witnessed our life is precious our lives and our ecosystem, our relationships, our purpose. I feel is big wake up call to remember to slow down and be. Let’s do the right thing and stay home and take social responsibility that we are in fact in this together. Everything we do matters. Stay home okay? writing by me itsokaytobeahumanbeing
01/14/2020
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01/09/2020
The river of love runs through my bones and into my blood
The river of love reminds seek solitude in the void
The river of love eases it way to my loneliness
The river of love is the empathy of a child
The river of l or reminds me of my ancestors right behind me holding me up as I channel wisdom that’s not my own.
The river of love holds me like a tender baby crying seeking refuge in its flow
The river of love is all the tears I’ve cried not being myself to be loved by a phantom of normal
The river of love holds me when I feel I don’t belong and it guides me honour my emotions
The river of love is a divine temple where I can cleanse myself of all the times I doubted my power
The river of love is me I laugh in delight I am apart of the earth. Artwork by .babies
12/26/2019
The constraints of always following the script, others expectation and the pressure of being prefect. Do you dare to let yourself out of society’s confines? Let yourself out. At first we must start as caterpillars to order to transform. Metamorphosis is to become useless. In order to grow. When we make mistakes we allow ourselves to be real and human and from the earth. It’s okay to be real. When we become useless we take care of the damage from being so useful all the fu***ng time. We find balance, we find the process, we find ourselves again more while from being nothing. We undo the knot of busyness, and we strung back our lives together. It’s okay to love yourself by becoming as useless as a baby and exaggerate why you’re saying no. Make mistakes by taking risks to get to know your inner world. Love yourself first. Others will soon realize this work includes the work of humanity. Compassion includes YOU. Start the inquiry of befriending oneself, shadow will say:”I’ll look stupid”. Ask stupid questions and ask again. Go out of your mind find the opening beyond the periphery at the edge of self. Writing by me
The power of forgiving others is really the power of revealing your humanity. The power of vulnerability, how deeply strong it is, to be who you are, as you are, to love others for the way they are, and as they are. radiant. Writing by me
What is to receive love we have to receive our pain? What if pain was light? Could we let it in? What if pain was a portal? what if pain was an initiation in disguise? What if suffering doesn’t go away, what if no amount of numbing takes it away? What if I could let light into my darkness, I’d feel more whole? What if pain was mysterious map navigating uncharted waters to the journey of the self and others? What if pain markers became page turners of our story this life on earth. What if pain was a portal of courage to go through leading to deep self love, acceptance, realizing a boundary, a No, new levels of feelings, and sensitivities...what if pain was on the razor edge of love? A razor edge walkway to express the pain in a vulnerable state and the of risk involved to cough up the truth. What if love was on the other end of pain? What if we spoke out about on our pain, we’d see other lonely hearts convening like a speak easy in the 50s. The crowd snapping their fingers in excitement to “read on”. What if we held pain like a baby and tended our wounds instead of trying to fix it. What if we loved it exactly the way it is. What if pain was a badge of honour something seen, like emotional wounds, or tattoos of the past so others would know. What if we treated pain as the same way of pleasure? Would we run from it? Pain as pain pleasure as pleasure, could we share our pain openly? What if pain had no shame? What if pain wasn’t attacked with remediates, pick me ups, projections, quick fixes, fleetingly highs, or band aids. What if pain was sacred like the wind, felt and moved through our skin and bones, seen loved and held. And as we shared it we felt more and more connected and understood. What if our emotional wounds matters too, just like the physical, did you think of that too? Our scars sang like Hallelujah. Every emotional offering that enters is a gateway a portal Hallelujah. Praise be. A five part harmony singing into the choirs of the universe, this is me. Hallelujah Written by me
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