“How deeply can you sink your bones into what is alive for you in this moment?”, I asked.
Earlier today I was sitting down with a prospective client, who was in the process of reawakening to the Divine. As she sat in front of me recounting all of the ways her remembrance flooded her body over the past few months, I could see she was struggling trying so hard to make sense of it all.
She was me 5 years ago. Eyes wide. Crown + heart open. Sacral collapsed. Shell-shocked + brewing her own wind. And not knowing how the fuck it’s happening. Or why.
I listened to all the beauty that had unfolded for her, the suffering and the revelations.
But then, without any conscious awareness, this beautiful question followed,
“How deeply can your sink your bones into what is alive for you in this moment?”
Earlier today I was sitting down with a prospective client, who was in the process of reawakening to the Divine. As she sat in front of me recounting all of the ways her remembrance flooded her body over the past few months, I could see she was struggling trying so hard to make sense of it all.
She was me 5 years ago. Eyes wide. Crown + heart open. Sacral collapsed. Shell-shocked + brewing her own wind. And not knowing how the fuck it’s happening. Or why.
I listened to all the beauty that had unfolded for her, the suffering and the revelations.
But then, without any conscious awareness, this beautiful question followed,
“How deeply can your sink your bones into what is alive for you in this moment?”
She softened. I expressed to her that amidst her mind’s story of struggle of trying to figure it out, I witnessed her body tell another tale. I saw awe and wonder dance in her eyes, flush her cheeks and lift her chest. I saw her speak gently from her heart, giving gratitude for her experience. I told her it was so beautiful to see someone so immensely captured by their own aliveness.
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