Tears, tears, tears. Yes. When I said to you the other day something about three years, not just one, I was, perhaps, talking to myself. The tears are flowing again. On the table yesterday with a gifted Rosen Method bodyworker she asked me about the resistance to feeling more of the grief. I'm weary of it. It takes so much time. I want to move on to other things. But the boundless heart has its own way and time. It wasn't long before the tears were spilling out again. And on through the day. "Tears are our soul, leaking out as if to say, "You're back! Thank you for coming home, dancing human." Thank you.
Tears, tears, tears. Yes. When I said to you the other day something about three years, not just one, I was, perhaps, talking to myself. The tears are flowing again. On the table yesterday with a gifted Rosen Method bodyworker she asked me about the resistance to feeling more of the grief. I'm weary of it. It takes so much time. I want to move on to other things. But the boundless heart has its own way and time. It wasn't long before the tears were spilling out again. And on through the day. "Tears are our soul, leaking out as if to say, "You're back! Thank you for coming home, dancing human." Thank you.
Hearing you, and sending all my love dear sister.
Beautiful food for thought and movement!
Dreams are one of my favourite sources of guidance. Decoding is a relationship with the patterns and shapes of movement! Thanks Cynthia