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Month: March 2018

I Was Skeptical About Meditation — Now It’s My Best Friend ✨

March 28, 2018March 28, 20186 Comments

I never really understood what meditation meant, to me. I got advised I should do it all the time… do it daily, my coach said. Build it up, 2 minutes, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes. Find ways to fit it into your day, at any moment of the day. Sounds easy enough, I thought. … Continue reading I Was Skeptical About Meditation — Now It’s My Best Friend ✨

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I find my Self standing in front of two pathways, again... The one that is all too familiar to stagger down... the one that numbs the pain briefly by suffocating and filling the body with food until this body physically cannot hold anymore. Or, the one that at first feels cold, seems foggy, where no light shines until I’ve taken a few, or a lot of steps down, it... and finally the sun rises. As I stand, I take a deep breath. I hold it. And I say yes to the one that’s unfamiliar ground. Again. I’ve said yes to the unfamiliar ground many times now before (to help me make peace with this eating behaviour)... But this time, I will not pretend, this path is one I am entering feeling afraid. I said no to it years ago, but now I have my own hand to hold, I know I can just about do it. Over the last several months I have felt the mother to crying parts of me blossom... but this mothering part of me, she is afraid herself... though as I fall to my knees on this unfamiliar path I hear me as mother speak softly as her trembling hands hold the child of me... and she says: “Darling, it’s ok. You’re scared, and I am not so sure what to do right now either... but I can promise you, we will find out together. You are here, you are safe, and I have you now. I see you. I feel you. I love you. After everything you have been through alone, There is nothing, we cannot get through together.” — The journey of self transcendence, the journey of turning INwards is not always a magically soothing one with beans of sunlight and triple rainbows as it can be painted to be... ...it can feel uneasy, unwelcoming and cold... But I promise if you COMMIT TO YOU, You WILL get through, Every tiny hole in the wall, Every tiny crack, Will, with time, break open, And there will be light, And there will be love. Wherever you are, you have got this. May these walls come tumbling down, In the arms of love. I love you. Sat Nam ❤️ : : #ptsd #yoga #kundaliniyoga #kundalini #heal #metoo #timesup #mentalhealthawareness #journaling #writersofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetry #kaur #satnam #innerpeace #meditation
Every Valentine’s Day I get asked, “do you feel sad on Valentines Day because you’re single?” No, darling. I’m at peace because I am whole. ❤️ “"The game of love means to identify ourselves as Infinity, not as an individual—that’s the difference.” - Yogi Bhajan 💛 : : #valentines #love #loveis #youareenough #kundalini #yoga #kundaliniyoga #iam #satnam
Notes on Letting go and BEing: This weekend I was reminded of the importance to meet ourselves wherever we are with kindness, with compassion, and with as much space as we can, 💕 Whatever is rising, is what is praying to be heard and felt in that moment, if we ignore it, it can come back and roar louder, and that only strangles us, with even more complicated knots. So many of us resist, we run and end up coming up with another way to beat ourselves up... None of need any more of that... Last month, I set the intention to Surrender. This month, I felt the call to sprinkle Courage, on top of that surrender...🙏🔥 And it is beautifully unfolding, In some challenging ways, but ways I have been asking for, for a long, long time. This weekend I allowed mySelf to come undone just that (little) bit more...💓 Tears poured from my heart, for HOURS. And those tears that poured, cleansed this soul that I am in ways I’ve never experienced before... This touching experience happened on my Yoga mat, (my now very tear stained yoga mat), whilst surrounded by an army of other courages ones. 🧘‍♂️🧘‍♀️ Kundalini Yoga has truly saved and turned my life around. Over the last two days we were taught that part of the art of Kundalini Yoga, is not to build upon who you are, it’s not to ‘add’ to who you are... but it is to sculpt who you ARE.☺️ It peels away layer by layer by layer, thin, thick, fragmented layers, that have been patiently waiting to be wiped off, to reveal the true essence of YOU, the essence that not matter what trauma, beatings, abuse, darkness, sadness you have faced... has remained untouched and WHOLE. Through this art I have come to know, that those steady trickle of tears, have been washing away layers that have built up over time, as a way of surviving as a way of navigating through this life - until I was ready to come back home to me. After the waterfall that felt like drowning this weekend, I’ve now woken feeling so... ...renewed, Shiny, And ready to welcome what’s next. 🙌 So brave one, Next time you feel that Uneasy, awkward, yucky, Feeling rise... Hear it out. (Continued in comments...)
“Once upon a time, I fed my sorrow, (I force fed... my sorrow) Now that sorrow, Feeds me. Oh darling how it FEEDS ME.” - ~ - ~ - Once upon a time I was so obsessed with sitting on top of my suffering, squishing it into a box, buried deep, deep, deep within me, That I had lost touch with the pieces of mySelf, waiting like a lost child, to be found, and scooped up from that box I had created so ‘cleverly’ and looked at with pure love. But the delicious richness that circulates the body of that sorrow, is your most valuable treasure. When you say yes to stillness, When you say NO MORE to eating just another family sized chocolate bar or two, or three, or four, When you stomp your feet and plant them firmly on the ground, and resist the desire to run, once again... That’s where you get to taste freedom. That’s where you get to see what life, can really be like. Fixing yourself, is not the same as being yourself. Here’s to being a student of UnLearning. Are you with me? : : : #yoga #eatingdisorderrecovery #writersofinstagram #positivethinking #poetrycommunity #poetry #kundalini #kundaliniyoga #satnam #meditation #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthquotes
BE HERE NOW “There’s a fire in this belly be here now be here now There’s a thunder beating this heart be here now be here now There’s a trembling in these hands be here now be here now There’s a bleeding in this young soul be here now be here now There’s a heavy memory in the dark dark circles that sit underneath these eyes There’s a permanent scar etched within this mind, on these arms, this back, this face, behind my… smile. But this isn’t a story of sadness as it may have initially been, oh no, This is a story of rising, A story of conquest, Truth And, Victory, Because as I have witnessed this mind, wanting to stuff an entire bottle, of squirty cream down this throat, To rapidly tear open 1, 2, 3 or even 4 family sized bars of Cadbury’s dairy milk, to suffocate and drown out this soul that I am…, I have come to KNOW, that this calling to fill up this body with food, isn’t a door slam, it’s a door opening, A door opening so wonderfully wide, To the land of greater capacity to LOVE this self, this WHOLE self, and the ALL of others around me - Now that imbolc is here, I can turn the key, A follow the breadcrumb trial the leads, to the temple of ALL of me. To kiss the pain that has been carried From the root up. To feel it To heal it And no longer seal it. Dear ones, The more you slow the pace, the more you slow down time, the more you drop into the exquisite organisation of your being - a great holy territory… The more you do that You will draw out the unknown, and it WILL become KNOWN. Way back then I tried to throw in the towel, Cos’ digging into the dark, to find the light, ain’t easy, It can be pretty damn scary And it’s all too tempting to throw the covers over your head And go back to bed Though God soon threw that towel right back to me, And told me to wipe this sweet face, Because, he said, you’re almost there. So dear ones, Take the leap of faith To do the work, To guide others to their truth, To speak your truth, Feel the quickening, The kindle of joy, That is lit underneath, When you feel this. Break free. BREAK free. Break FREE. (Continued in comments...)

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⚔️❤️⚔️ “Soldier in, soldier on, Keep fighting for your children, Keep fighting for your land, Your Warrior spirit lives on, And it’s so so strong, In the Earth, In the trees, In the rocks, In the water, In your blood, And in the air we breathe.” Soldier on, soldier on, Warrior soul, Soldier on. #xavierrudd #spiritbird #yoga #truth #warriors #keepfighting #kundalini #satnam #kundaliniyoga #poetry #poetrycommunity
I find my Self standing in front of two pathways, again... The one that is all too familiar to stagger down... the one that numbs the pain briefly by suffocating and filling the body with food until this body physically cannot hold anymore. Or, the one that at first feels cold, seems foggy, where no light shines until I’ve taken a few, or a lot of steps down, it... and finally the sun rises. As I stand, I take a deep breath. I hold it. And I say yes to the one that’s unfamiliar ground. Again. I’ve said yes to the unfamiliar ground many times now before (to help me make peace with this eating behaviour)... But this time, I will not pretend, this path is one I am entering feeling afraid. I said no to it years ago, but now I have my own hand to hold, I know I can just about do it. Over the last several months I have felt the mother to crying parts of me blossom... but this mothering part of me, she is afraid herself... though as I fall to my knees on this unfamiliar path I hear me as mother speak softly as her trembling hands hold the child of me... and she says: “Darling, it’s ok. You’re scared, and I am not so sure what to do right now either... but I can promise you, we will find out together. You are here, you are safe, and I have you now. I see you. I feel you. I love you. After everything you have been through alone, There is nothing, we cannot get through together.” — The journey of self transcendence, the journey of turning INwards is not always a magically soothing one with beans of sunlight and triple rainbows as it can be painted to be... ...it can feel uneasy, unwelcoming and cold... But I promise if you COMMIT TO YOU, You WILL get through, Every tiny hole in the wall, Every tiny crack, Will, with time, break open, And there will be light, And there will be love. Wherever you are, you have got this. May these walls come tumbling down, In the arms of love. I love you. Sat Nam ❤️ : : #ptsd #yoga #kundaliniyoga #kundalini #heal #metoo #timesup #mentalhealthawareness #journaling #writersofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetry #kaur #satnam #innerpeace #meditation
Every Valentine’s Day I get asked, “do you feel sad on Valentines Day because you’re single?” No, darling. I’m at peace because I am whole. ❤️ “"The game of love means to identify ourselves as Infinity, not as an individual—that’s the difference.” - Yogi Bhajan 💛 : : #valentines #love #loveis #youareenough #kundalini #yoga #kundaliniyoga #iam #satnam
Notes on Letting go and BEing: This weekend I was reminded of the importance to meet ourselves wherever we are with kindness, with compassion, and with as much space as we can, 💕 Whatever is rising, is what is praying to be heard and felt in that moment, if we ignore it, it can come back and roar louder, and that only strangles us, with even more complicated knots. So many of us resist, we run and end up coming up with another way to beat ourselves up... None of need any more of that... Last month, I set the intention to Surrender. This month, I felt the call to sprinkle Courage, on top of that surrender...🙏🔥 And it is beautifully unfolding, In some challenging ways, but ways I have been asking for, for a long, long time. This weekend I allowed mySelf to come undone just that (little) bit more...💓 Tears poured from my heart, for HOURS. And those tears that poured, cleansed this soul that I am in ways I’ve never experienced before... This touching experience happened on my Yoga mat, (my now very tear stained yoga mat), whilst surrounded by an army of other courages ones. 🧘‍♂️🧘‍♀️ Kundalini Yoga has truly saved and turned my life around. Over the last two days we were taught that part of the art of Kundalini Yoga, is not to build upon who you are, it’s not to ‘add’ to who you are... but it is to sculpt who you ARE.☺️ It peels away layer by layer by layer, thin, thick, fragmented layers, that have been patiently waiting to be wiped off, to reveal the true essence of YOU, the essence that not matter what trauma, beatings, abuse, darkness, sadness you have faced... has remained untouched and WHOLE. Through this art I have come to know, that those steady trickle of tears, have been washing away layers that have built up over time, as a way of surviving as a way of navigating through this life - until I was ready to come back home to me. After the waterfall that felt like drowning this weekend, I’ve now woken feeling so... ...renewed, Shiny, And ready to welcome what’s next. 🙌 So brave one, Next time you feel that Uneasy, awkward, yucky, Feeling rise... Hear it out. (Continued in comments...)
“Once upon a time, I fed my sorrow, (I force fed... my sorrow) Now that sorrow, Feeds me. Oh darling how it FEEDS ME.” - ~ - ~ - Once upon a time I was so obsessed with sitting on top of my suffering, squishing it into a box, buried deep, deep, deep within me, That I had lost touch with the pieces of mySelf, waiting like a lost child, to be found, and scooped up from that box I had created so ‘cleverly’ and looked at with pure love. But the delicious richness that circulates the body of that sorrow, is your most valuable treasure. When you say yes to stillness, When you say NO MORE to eating just another family sized chocolate bar or two, or three, or four, When you stomp your feet and plant them firmly on the ground, and resist the desire to run, once again... That’s where you get to taste freedom. That’s where you get to see what life, can really be like. Fixing yourself, is not the same as being yourself. Here’s to being a student of UnLearning. Are you with me? : : : #yoga #eatingdisorderrecovery #writersofinstagram #positivethinking #poetrycommunity #poetry #kundalini #kundaliniyoga #satnam #meditation #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthquotes
BE HERE NOW “There’s a fire in this belly be here now be here now There’s a thunder beating this heart be here now be here now There’s a trembling in these hands be here now be here now There’s a bleeding in this young soul be here now be here now There’s a heavy memory in the dark dark circles that sit underneath these eyes There’s a permanent scar etched within this mind, on these arms, this back, this face, behind my… smile. But this isn’t a story of sadness as it may have initially been, oh no, This is a story of rising, A story of conquest, Truth And, Victory, Because as I have witnessed this mind, wanting to stuff an entire bottle, of squirty cream down this throat, To rapidly tear open 1, 2, 3 or even 4 family sized bars of Cadbury’s dairy milk, to suffocate and drown out this soul that I am…, I have come to KNOW, that this calling to fill up this body with food, isn’t a door slam, it’s a door opening, A door opening so wonderfully wide, To the land of greater capacity to LOVE this self, this WHOLE self, and the ALL of others around me - Now that imbolc is here, I can turn the key, A follow the breadcrumb trial the leads, to the temple of ALL of me. To kiss the pain that has been carried From the root up. To feel it To heal it And no longer seal it. Dear ones, The more you slow the pace, the more you slow down time, the more you drop into the exquisite organisation of your being - a great holy territory… The more you do that You will draw out the unknown, and it WILL become KNOWN. Way back then I tried to throw in the towel, Cos’ digging into the dark, to find the light, ain’t easy, It can be pretty damn scary And it’s all too tempting to throw the covers over your head And go back to bed Though God soon threw that towel right back to me, And told me to wipe this sweet face, Because, he said, you’re almost there. So dear ones, Take the leap of faith To do the work, To guide others to their truth, To speak your truth, Feel the quickening, The kindle of joy, That is lit underneath, When you feel this. Break free. BREAK free. Break FREE. (Continued in comments...)
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