Everything felt like colour. If colour had a feel, a taste, a smell – this is what I was feeling, tasting, smelling, touching, hearing. There was no distraction in sight, none of the physical visual kind. But there was so much to see. Nothing felt good or bad, but somewhere in between there was acknowledgment of it being there. A stone, and the wind. The ground. My feet pressing into the soft sand, left, right, left, right. Stand still. Focus on seeing, focus on touching, focus on smelling, but never focus on more than one sense at a time. Thinking. Each moment I encountered had to be savoured individually, had to be respected and appreciated as just that one moment without the threat of another sense bumping into it. One at a time. Patience. You will all get a turn. Multiple turns. Individually. Everything I was experiencing was so, so special. Continue reading “July 23 – Are you lonely while you’re looking for yourself out there?”
Charlene Moore, May 2016
Being afraid but doing it anyway. This is difficult. This is also very strengthening, and powerful. This encourages growth. This encourages discovery of your inner self. What does your inner dance sound like, move like? Sometimes mine is hot and full of flame, and sometimes it is lukewarm and caressing and sweet. Sometimes it is dark and heavy like molasses. Recognize these. Let yourself feel them – and then let them go.