dog run
Receiving Reiki in-person in San Francisco or distance healing.
ah so
Recently the ocean was 6.4feet higher than average at the shoreline
Ready to subsume me
Many times in dreams and in life I’ve had the opportunity to approach the idea of sinking to the depths
In dreams and in life the most important moment is the first
The first moment is when fear hears its name called
It’s big break is here
But if you see fear’s lines and skip over them
What else is possible?
What to do with this yearning for the old way?
Perhaps I have already stood along the great river.
Seen the sun rise across the brake and lived by the natural rhythm
Yearning is that part being given light.
Water to the dead.
How incredible it is to wake up in the morning alive
We have returned to a new field of sensation
We have moved
When we “sleep” we release
We leave.
When we wake
we return
To something completely different
Sometimes by natural progression
On and off
Change
Light moving across the wall each day
You’ve just met my teacher
Different each day
The wind and its larger voice
I found the green lizard at dusk on the only bridge worth crossing
Water for the dead
The Thief Will Enter- Rumi
No matter what plans you make,
no matter what you acquire,
the thief will enter where you least expect.
Be occupied, then, with what you really value
and let the thief take something less.
When a trader's bales fall into the water,
he'll try to grab the most valuable things.
Some things will certainly be lost
as the water of life flows away.
Let go of the cheap stuff
and work to save what's really important.
I facilitated a Holotropic Breathwork workshop recently. An incredible statement in its own right. So much can happen and change and grow. In this moment I’m relishing in the profound wave that I’ve been doing this.
How I’ve been spending my days, this season- work of the heart.
Work of my own. Work with others. That the jargon of my world is less times new roman and more slices of selenite.
Opaque. Of Earth and its people. More space and “time” towards that please.
“I facilitated a Holotropic Breathwork workshop recently”… as a facilitator, you’re outlining a door in green mist and then remaining vigilant on behalf of those going in and out that door. You spend your time listening to the sounds in the room. Watching the movement in the room. I’m as present as the breathers, less expanded because some one needs to know the zip code.
At this recent session I was able to see just how much of my mind and experience meshes with fear. Fear that creates a vacuum for self judgement and a lean towards control.
I can’t control anything, and if I could, I wouldn’t remember to do it.
I’ve only got a taste for the desire. Not the meal.
It is wild how close the thing we relish and the thing we disdain are.
We are meant to experience the inbetween.
Its easy to write that fear and its opposite are seperated by the body of a coin, by a thin veil of material we’ve never taken the time to describe.
The space between two emotions, sensations, intutions is infinite. I at times rush into one, forgetting the other- leaving behind the equivalent of eons of being. That space can’t be named, but it can be felt.
And instead of chastising myself for forgetting this, I will rejoice when I remember.
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ॐ त्र्यम्बकं यजामहे
सुगन्धिं पुष्टिवर्धनम् ।
उर्वारुकमिव बन्धनान्
मृत्योर्मुक्षीय मामृतात् ॥,
Bholenath
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