Spirits Place Needles Along My Songlines Until I Hum.
The spirits rub the gates of my feet and shoulders, my lower back, my belly, until I open and find the wave of my breath.
Browsing Tag:
breath
Mourning. {poetry}
Last night I stepped outside of time Minutes became centuries Ten thousand years became right now And mourning the epiphany As clenching pain released...
Still Your Mind in the Midst of a Storm.
A little nook in the positioning of the spine could actually be the cause of why the mind won’t be still and the self can’t meditate.
It’s 2020: Move Until Your Mind Is Clear.
This is a new kind of embodiment, a new synthesis of threads weaving together mind and body, weaving together self and surroundings.
Bring Intentionality Behind BreathWORK to Each Breath.
My life, as far as I knew it, was only that -- anything beyond the next breath was uncertain. And isn’t it always this way?
Claim Yourself One Breath at a Time.
So, learn to let go by understanding yourself. With each and every breath, exhale into trust. Have faith and surrender. And build yourself again.
If Only Men Read This Before Rejecting Spiritual Stuff.
When anything comes up that seems non-scientific, we shut down. Discernment is key, but not everything from the spiritual world is complete nonsense.
Why I Didn’t Report: Become Your Story’s Steward Rather Than Its Hostage.
Survivors witness and feel beneath the story... Fragmented, often locked away in an unconscious vault; we banish pain in order to survive it.
Phoenix. {poetry}
Have you ever fallen lower than you thought you could bear, until you finally surrender to love again, because it is the great fire that burns in you?
Exposing Myself: I Have a Port, And I Am Proud of My Body.
This article is meant to educate the individuals who do not know what a port is, have never seen one, or assume it's something it surely is not.