It happened again. I found myself standing beside the Sphinx at Giza, in the way I have stood there many times before in the etheric. I know the feeling of that place. The scale of it. The particular quality of… Read More ›
Your body is not betraying you. Something moved through you like a sudden storm, and in its passing, a part of you was changed.A current interrupted. A stillness where there was movement. A side of the body, a word, a… Read More ›
There is a quiet knowing in you.That you are more than this.That somewhere along the way,you lost touch with something essential,a truer self you can almost remember,just beyond reach,like a name on the tip of your tongue. You are not… Read More ›
Your body is not betraying you. Deep in the place where you let go of what you no longer need, there is a rawness, an inflammation, a tenderness that will not settle.A soreness at the very ground of release. An… Read More ›
Your nights are rarely empty.The dreams come in vivid colour,rich and strange and full of meaning.Or you wake in the early quietwith something already settled in you,an answer, a knowing, a certaintyyou did not have when you fell asleep. You… Read More ›
It began like these things always begin. I found myself moving through something dense and slow, something that carried the quality of water but felt thicker than water, more viscous, as if the ocean at its deepest had become something… Read More ›
Your wrist has begun to ache.The joint that bends and turns, that lets your hand move with grace, has grown sore and stiff, tender in its flexing.It catches as you work, as you lift, as you turn your hand to… Read More ›
Slowly, gently, the mind begins to let go of the world.Memories soften and slip. The names of things grow distant. The present moment blurs, and the self that was so sharply held begins, little by little, to loosen its grasp.It… Read More ›
Your jaw is the gateway of your voice, the place where words are shaped and spoken, or held and swallowed.It is also one of the strongest, most tenacious parts of you, the place that grips, that sets itself, that holds… Read More ›
Someone asks something of you.And before you can even think,the yes is already out of your mouth.Yes, of course.Yes, I can do that.Yes, happy to.And inside, something sinks,because every part of you was quietly saying no. You are not a… Read More ›