after a late-winter dive into the deepest Piscean emotion ocean, i am up for air. and attending to a death of an old self. somewhere in my psyche, my samskaric battling armor, i acquired things that all of a sudden after all this time* had become to heavy to carry. habits and familiar old stories that i had to leave behind or become totally incapacitated by them.
and so, i cast a spell. i found a mantra and repeated it and learned it and lived it. the writing of it was equal parts terrifying and freeing. the reading of it has gone from difficult to less difficult to true.
and for whatever collaboration, whatever cosmic conspiracy allowed for this liberation to occur, i am beyond grateful.
amen. jai maa. and so it is. sat nam.
where are you in your practice? where are YOU in your stories?
love to all, kelly
p.s. if you are curious about how to begin the process of finding such a mantra or knowing what spell needs casting, you might listen to this podcast. for the complete workshop that led to my total cellular reorganization, go here. xo.
p.p.s. a question i would love to hear (please email me an audio memo if possible!) your thoughts on for a future podcast: what is skillful studentship? how do you show up fully as a student? <<flip side:: how have you been an unskillful student? how do you know you’re not in right relationship with your “student” self? thank you for contemplating. xo
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