Despite the change of events of having to complete an immersive program online, I still found myself being pulled up into the air of inspiration and enthusiasm. I met with other incredible healers and artists to learn how they aim to move through the world and where their passions trickle and sparkle.
By the end of this summer's program, I felt connected, so entirely held by my community of like minded masters. I felt at peace with knowing that we are all in this together. No matter what lay ahead, I made an oath to myself to resort to the soft remembrance of the excitement I felt in my soul. It was an excitement that bubbled from the collective embodiment of a sense of purpose.
It had been quite the tumultuous climb to get to this part of 2020, in more ways than one. I knew I was going to need some time after graduating to allow myself to perch on the mountain top, to sit in stillness, to catch my breath, and to view all the possibilities in front of me. Much like an eagle, I wanted to take up the solitary space of integration before I took flight once again.
But where am I at now?
Did I get swept up and away like this childlike figure of awe and wonder? Did I return to my notes and begin business planning? Did I stay gentle and with the softness of my heart? Did I reside in the motivation of professionalism?
“The life rhythm is never static or completely constant. It changes from moment to moment, flexibly adapting to the peaks and valleys of our experience. An important key to health lies in simply becoming aware of each instant, relating to it, and surrendering to the changing flow."
- Shaun McNiff
Learning to listen
An inhalation of interconnectedness
An exhalation of presence
I fly the winds that carry me, toss me, throw me
Into the air of wild unknown
I soar
And every time I let go,
I land with a firmer grip
into the soil of my soul
My return was not soft. My internal flame combusted and my breath became fire. My feet beneath me had toes curled over, constantly ready to pounce. Much like a lioness, I aimlessly wandered, chasing each and every impulse. Growing through the cracks in stone, I found empowerment in each playful leap. As the sun lifted my spirit, I became thirsty. As the moon rocked my inner waves, I became infatuated with fulfilling the need to be “rebellious,” and wildly free.
Hungry to break old patterns of self judgment, guilt and pressures, my pure aliveness resurfaced. The other side of my soulful being was being seduced erupted and came in like a force I refused to suppress. It was time to truly enliven this part of myself - to embrace her, honour her, and love her for her undeniable presence. Let her dance, let her sleep in, and let her roam freely.
I remembered another oath I had made to myself: to give voice to this lioness, to allow her to indulge and devour as she pleases. For this lioness thrives off of this kind of living and being in the world. She needs to be celebrated rather than dismissed. As I let her be, just as she is, the other sides of me will also return. Only this time, she will be even more ready to create a new foundation. From the ashes of chaos and the lingering roars, remnants of this authentic expression will cascade and set the tone of the next beautiful unknown.
Adonna Khare | Imagery
