My feet foster flow. When I’m walking with myself, alongside myself, deeply in myself, I am focused on how the pace of my breath relates to my body.
These are not mantras for the fainthearted. They take into account that sometimes life is a bed of nails blanketed over by chocolate-covered rose petals.
Everything is vibration. This we know. Plants, flowers, herbs, crystals, have long been used to settle the unsettled parts of the human body and to soothe the bruised psyche. They help tame the wild beasts within. To offer compassion for pain, kindness to trauma, and forgiveness to strikes ...
Not in the past, where mistakes and failures lie in wait to torment you with reminders of where you weren't good enough, of all the ways you failed. And not in the future, where a million fears are ready to pounce and weigh you down in the incessant possibilities of ways in which life can go wrong.
Thinking that you're having the wrong experience, to quote Katie Hendricks, is the quickest way to make yourself go crazy. We are, in essence, at that moment, arguing with reality. We think we know better or should feel better or different. Energetically, you're saying to the Universe, “I don’t ...
Don’t bring yourself to India, find yourself here. Too many times I’ve seen those who come here and intend, plan, determine, or vow. It’s a waste of time. Let your Indian self be found here, and let your western self highlight it: don’t try and westernize everything. Just flow.
Tainted by my own mess, I had just cause to feel numb, unsure and insolent toward life, and I kept trying to bleed a bit more into a vial that couldn’t be filled. It soon became evident that clinging to resentment was too hard, and my results were more than redundant, cold and tiresome.