Lovely ones! So happy to have a moment of internet connection amongst all the greatness of CONNECTION to share a bit of my jungle unfoldings with you all!
It has been such a lovely kriya to unplug from the buzz of society and things electronic. We have been in Costa Rica now for two weeks without internet or phone, loving up the lucid silence and not-so-silence of the jungle ma here along the mountainside of Las Tumbas.
I have released into the "undoing" part of myself that has been waiting for these moments literally my entire life. The past two weeks I have spent my time listening to the sounds of life around me, indulging in the longest juiciest sessions of self healing, reiki, yoga, and meditation. Reading, writing, and making the songs medicina in every breath I breathe.
I am so grateFULL to know the power of my own heart~mind; and upon waking and walking my manifestation with one hand on my heart, I truly can say that anything is possible, and we are here to live a life that we love and desire.
I would love to share some writings with you all :::
This spectacular story keeps weaving itself deeper into the walls of my cells; burrowing like tiny bugs to the fleshiest part, where it can snuggle up in the darkness of a nesting womb; dying and rebirthing itself over and over and over again. Until it is remade, in the exact crystalline holographic projection of the tiniest universe; mini macro.
The bones of my body are starting to release themselves from the sockets, remoistening and realigning within the remembrance from which they came. Once smoothed and life-filled again, they return to their homes, blessing my being with the flexibility of one thousand palm leaves, reaching to receive the warmth of the sun’s rays down upon them. Smiling ferociously with leaves dripping dreams into fertile soil, iridescent pinecone flowers spiraling upwards to meet the sweet embrace of jungle upon itself, all alive, juicing and soaked with the sacred mist of unconditional love unfurling all around and within itself.
My lips have blessed with breath 1001 prayers to the secrets and cicadas of this land. Me corasone es cantanda las medicinas para la tierre. The skies are filled with lighteningless thunder or thunderless lightening, always listening closely, like an animal.
Spanish is starting to creep its way in, the way bubbles form in ice. The locals shine their tender hearts and wide smiles; they are so genuinely curious, like children about my colorful body, but always smiling. No judgment lives here, only the songs of the rain and the abundance of sound, life, and fresh chlorophyll-saturated air molecules.
There are seeds growing here. Ones that my aumakua planted long long ago. They stretch their root systems down deeper in response to the most lovely things. When the hammock rocks just so, and I can extend my experience past the nausea of my youth, and ride the waves of breath and activation into the fabric of time itself, witnessing the intricacies of my being, awe-filled in the glistening rainbow light of my life, and my infinite well of unconditional love upon seeing the rips and tears in the tapestry. So much healing, so much vulnerability, so much breath. The mists that this mountain of tombs brings to life; rewiring my interconnectedness, showing me my open third eye, how my chest presses outwards and in, my highest high sending me the codes in symbols that inspire and intuit.
These fingers have trailed their forever prints along the red clay walls of this place many times before this, and they still exist. Curled up with the teak trees and ancient bamboo spirits of the primary rainforests. The diamond that falls cuts its sharp sword of sparkling water in one long line. Reminding us to keep straight, aiming with every inch of integrity towards that one, fine point. Listen children, to the arrows song. It will tell you where you are going and where you have gone. But don’t forget, you came here to be. Stay free.
Wishing you all a blessed and bursting summer of ever expanding hearts, smiles, and giggles. Biggest love to you all, my soul tribe. Bless us all UP!