Erica and I had just sat down to dinner when we saw it. Like a diamond flying through the night big and bright, it pulsed and shot across the black sky. It didn't look real. The best ones never do. The best ones are never the ones I chase.
After dinner we gathered around the bonfire and opened our hearts with cacao and listened to the shamanic beats and sang out ancient sound currents. How can we ever predict where we'll be when we see the next shooting star? How can we ever predict that we will look back on the most insane moments of our lives with such love and gratitude.
Tucked in the jungle between the beach communities of Haad Tien and Why Nam is a labyrinth. There are no choices on this path, only the meandering soul moving steadily toward center and back out again. It's my third time on this island and the third time I've walked this labyrinth. I am not the past. I am not the future. I am only this ever present eternal moment spread across dimensions and space.
It wasn't until I saw a meteor shower under the dark skies of a 4am mid-western November chill that I knew meteors could explode in a tones of reds and greens as they hit the atmosphere in a bang. Little did I know then that it would be last time I'd see such magic in the sky. Little did I know then the things my soul had planned for me and what I would have to experience in order to finally find that magic again--not just in the sky, but everywhere. As above, so below.
I hadn't intended to return to Chiang Mai to stay. Since March I've attempted to move away 3 times, but it calls me back again and again like the whispers of fae. Early morning practice, I fold over into bound lotus and press my forehead into the floor. I hear the ocean roaring. I hear the static of space. I see those things I'm meant to see. I understand why.
I've been back from the island two weeks now, and I'm 11 days and 20,000 words deep into a new novel. I'm 3 days into a powerful new morning sadhana. And next week, I will move out of the jungle and back to the city, into a place of my own where I will ground for the winter, where I will cultivate and fine tune my writing life in ways I've simply not before.
There is a season for traveling and exploring and a season for grounding and writing. There is a season for city life and a season for beach and jungle life. There is a season for outer worldly exploration and a season for inner cosmic exploration. To stay in alignment, I need to listen to what season my soul needs.
This lifetime is a gift--to explore the world with curiosity and craft messages from the cosmos into stories, is a life to care for and wield.
Are you in alignment with your soul? Do you listen to what it needs in order to stay aligned? Or do you feel completely disconnected? I would love to hear about your practices and experiences and where you are at. I would love to hear your soul speak.
"Travel light, live light, spread the light, be the light."
Sending you love and light and magic.
Sat Nam.
After dinner we gathered around the bonfire and opened our hearts with cacao and listened to the shamanic beats and sang out ancient sound currents. How can we ever predict where we'll be when we see the next shooting star? How can we ever predict that we will look back on the most insane moments of our lives with such love and gratitude.
Tucked in the jungle between the beach communities of Haad Tien and Why Nam is a labyrinth. There are no choices on this path, only the meandering soul moving steadily toward center and back out again. It's my third time on this island and the third time I've walked this labyrinth. I am not the past. I am not the future. I am only this ever present eternal moment spread across dimensions and space.
It wasn't until I saw a meteor shower under the dark skies of a 4am mid-western November chill that I knew meteors could explode in a tones of reds and greens as they hit the atmosphere in a bang. Little did I know then that it would be last time I'd see such magic in the sky. Little did I know then the things my soul had planned for me and what I would have to experience in order to finally find that magic again--not just in the sky, but everywhere. As above, so below.
I hadn't intended to return to Chiang Mai to stay. Since March I've attempted to move away 3 times, but it calls me back again and again like the whispers of fae. Early morning practice, I fold over into bound lotus and press my forehead into the floor. I hear the ocean roaring. I hear the static of space. I see those things I'm meant to see. I understand why.
I've been back from the island two weeks now, and I'm 11 days and 20,000 words deep into a new novel. I'm 3 days into a powerful new morning sadhana. And next week, I will move out of the jungle and back to the city, into a place of my own where I will ground for the winter, where I will cultivate and fine tune my writing life in ways I've simply not before.
There is a season for traveling and exploring and a season for grounding and writing. There is a season for city life and a season for beach and jungle life. There is a season for outer worldly exploration and a season for inner cosmic exploration. To stay in alignment, I need to listen to what season my soul needs.
This lifetime is a gift--to explore the world with curiosity and craft messages from the cosmos into stories, is a life to care for and wield.
Are you in alignment with your soul? Do you listen to what it needs in order to stay aligned? Or do you feel completely disconnected? I would love to hear about your practices and experiences and where you are at. I would love to hear your soul speak.
"Travel light, live light, spread the light, be the light."
Sending you love and light and magic.
Sat Nam.
