Série : Murmures de la forêt sauvage - Paroles de réconfort pour l'âme souffrante

Prologue Les doux rayons de soleil dorés filtrent à travers les branches suspendues pleines des plus belles feuilles vert foncé, et au milieu de cet après-midi de fin d'année, n'importe qui pourrait dire qu'il y a de la magie dans l'air. Pas le genre de magie que tu trouverais dans une publicité ou dans un film, sur une franchise bien connue... mais plutôt la magie qui réside dans les petits moments, le genre de magie du monde réel, de la vraie vie, qui vient des vieux lieux et des espaces qui ne sont pas faits par une main intentionnelle. La magie qui se développe à partir de la présence d'esprits anciens et des souhaits de jeunes arbres. Une magie qui ne peut ...

Lire la suite de« Whispers from the Deep Forest – Prologue »

Wounded Heart Whatever wound brings you here,  Whatever hurt is still resonant in your bones and in your heart,  Whatever the world has done to you,  And whatever the thing is that oyu are holding so dear While hurt pushes you to let it all go, You cannot let go.  You will not put it down.  Nor will you open your hands… … To receive. Replace hurt with love And hold your heart in your highest possible place.  You have come home. The way she speaks bring nostalgia in the folds of her voice and wave after wave you are pushed backwards until you find you cannot go back anymore.  …

Lire la suite de« Let’s start »

We begin in the darkness.  In between soft-spoken words of encouragementAnd warm movement wrapped up against my spirit.  We start where the ending was spent in restful silence.  There is a heart here, suspended and well-loved.  Full of truth and emptied from all of the beginnings.  Until the first thought forms somewhere on the edge of Becoming.  Barely there, but already formed.  From pure potential to current being. Molded from essence, loved into existence. 

You have forgotten your ancient lives.  You have lost sight of the path that was set out for you.  The path you are on right now. Right here. All you can see is the thicket, and yet… there is so much more. You have forgotten where your soul lies.  You have forgotten that you have a home.  All this work of remembering. It is tiresome. It is pulling energy from your most essential work of being.  Could you just trust in your bones before you have verified/checked that trust is rationally available?  Could you jump without knowing where to land?  Lift your foot and know that somehow a stone would …

Lire la suite de« Forgotten »

And so the darkness becomes solid.  When all the whispers have settled into your voice.  That leading of vibration, of being, into love and presence.  Go back there. Go back to this.  Step back into yourself and hear the darkness sign to you.  It was part of you once.  You were once protected here.  Forever present.