I'm struggling for words here. A week. Only a week?
Increasing flow and pools of magic, all sorts.
What a privilege to be in the story, in the flow, with The Team, it was.
With my guides and ancestors and ours, and the future ones.
(And of course, I'm being shouted at -'It's always there,always like that!')
The food was great and made a huge difference to my perceptions,
So was our amazing jamming one evening, who knew we could just make it up? (and in many parts, proper harmony ?)
Immediately afterwards I was freewheeling, I kind of thought that I was being shown the Tintagel coast was calling
But,
Via a very, dodgy dead end pub by a canal and a lifeless, dull, busy town,
Blue signs, Traffic jams and finally realising that what I was being shown to do was check
Google maps, yes, really everything is encompassed in the flow!- it just has to be out of resonant spontaneity.
I found myself.......I was going to write, 'here' and post a photo but I can't make it work so I'll have to tell you with words.
It was a beach, I got that right, but it was like the polar opposite of the windy, crashey wavesy, dramatic,
Craggy cliff, history strewn destination I had thought was coming.
It was absolutely silent, empty, spacious and huge. In every direction. For a long time.
A gift.
Since? Last night was the first I slept peacefully, so much to integrate.
One thing I took away was being shown that where I was antisscipating density, and for sure,
It was pushing in, there was a battle on, what I was shown, over and over,
Were pink roses. And the feeling and smell of the pink roses was expansive, light, open, subtle, radiant.
Later as we approached the barrow, across the wheat field there were swifts wheeling inn the air above and in front of us.
Such a fleeing of movement and sheer joy in their beingness. Everything moving. Bright, clear, nothing dense, nothing fixed.
And this gift, this feeling was what I needed when I approached the density, as we felt the weight taking our attention as we climbed the hill to the last location - a weight more than my love handles and muffin top, more than these bones.
I learned not to let all my attention to be distracted to the pains in dark places, to notice where I was no longer feeling,
Then that none of it is me.
And how none of what I have written above needs to become 'a thing', it's just a landing and then there will be a taking off again and more movement.
But, for sure, I was given gifts and this is what I was born for.
And now how to be with it all.
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