From one country to the next it's easy to let life slip by. Get caught up in the buzz of a new scene, new people, new climate, new food, new emotions, new YOU.
Living in the same city these past 4 months, a city which seemed to choose me rather than the other way around, has helped me come back to myself and find the yummy juicy place inside from where all love resonates. It is in this place that I find mySELF. This is my essence, my truth, my shine, my bliss.
The shine gets muddled as I move around and lose myself - only to be found again - this time with less clutter. In this way travel is like washing ourselves, cleaning away the filth of society-laden masks burdening the soul.
My sister and Adam, her husband are en-route back to Asia this moment. They are the closest family to me both relationally and physically, spending a good chunk of the year together in our homes in Asia (India, Thailand, soon Bali). When I saw their airport send-off picture today, tears flowed from my eyes: over joyous for their return, releasing the pain of being without them for so long - for they are my heart, soul, support, and they will at least be a country away now, rather than the other side of the globe. Their presence grounds me.
Remaining in Chiang Mai has unexpectedly proved grounding, uplifting, soul-inspiring. I welcome evening bicycle rides around town, morning "hello's" with Pen my coconut mom, games played with the cat that tirelessly tries to sneak in my room; all routine scenarios which only become so when one remains still for some time. This includes not moving from my home within the city as well, as I am known to do in so many cities; changing bungalows, houses, guest houses. This time for one reason or another in all of the discomfort, noise, ridiculousness yet incredible family vibe, friends, community, I have remained. And it is proving to support me rather than undermine me even if a few weeks ago I woke up listing 50 things I would change about the situation. Now I wake up happy to be where I am, grateful for the space, my life, the people in it, opportunities presented to me in this space.
It is like yoga; if you remain steady with practice, over time the only constant is change. Three months ago, even one month ago for that matter, my daily yoga practice was digging dirt up from the darkest spaces in my soul and spirit. These deep, dark, uncomfortable spaces sat with me all day long, while I experienced this town and physical space. It was so easy to take out my "soul" issues on the space around me. "Less than bless" is a pleasant way to describe the experience I was having, leg infection, chaotic living situation and all. Now that I have processed through much of the shit, I feel more clearly the space around me, rather than projecting the space around me. For it is what it always IS; a reflection of me. This does not mean I stay some place where I am terribly unhappy.
In complete honesty if it were not for PRAY, I would have long been gone from Chiang Mai.
Thanks to PRAY, I am cleansing my energy, working on re-balancing, shifting and manifesting awakening. My path is to remain put in order to see the bright, shiny self inside when only a few weeks ago all I could see was red, dark muddy anger and discomfort. It was not Chiang Mai, it was emotions releasing.
Anyone not familiar with this type of deep process of transformation or would like an idea of where one would begin, my path began simply with yoga. Ashtanga Yoga, the 8 limb path, is my truth and way of sifting through meaningless surface nonsense to get to the heart of it all. A few self-evolutions later, PRAY is my material manifestation of art-creation-healing-awakening tool for mankind. It is my hope that others may use the energies I have spent years discovering and now sourcing to re-balance, transform and awaken, and that one by one we can heal the world, 1 piece of jewelry at a time.
Living in the same city these past 4 months, a city which seemed to choose me rather than the other way around, has helped me come back to myself and find the yummy juicy place inside from where all love resonates. It is in this place that I find mySELF. This is my essence, my truth, my shine, my bliss.
The shine gets muddled as I move around and lose myself - only to be found again - this time with less clutter. In this way travel is like washing ourselves, cleaning away the filth of society-laden masks burdening the soul.
My sister and Adam, her husband are en-route back to Asia this moment. They are the closest family to me both relationally and physically, spending a good chunk of the year together in our homes in Asia (India, Thailand, soon Bali). When I saw their airport send-off picture today, tears flowed from my eyes: over joyous for their return, releasing the pain of being without them for so long - for they are my heart, soul, support, and they will at least be a country away now, rather than the other side of the globe. Their presence grounds me. Remaining in Chiang Mai has unexpectedly proved grounding, uplifting, soul-inspiring. I welcome evening bicycle rides around town, morning "hello's" with Pen my coconut mom, games played with the cat that tirelessly tries to sneak in my room; all routine scenarios which only become so when one remains still for some time. This includes not moving from my home within the city as well, as I am known to do in so many cities; changing bungalows, houses, guest houses. This time for one reason or another in all of the discomfort, noise, ridiculousness yet incredible family vibe, friends, community, I have remained. And it is proving to support me rather than undermine me even if a few weeks ago I woke up listing 50 things I would change about the situation. Now I wake up happy to be where I am, grateful for the space, my life, the people in it, opportunities presented to me in this space.
It is like yoga; if you remain steady with practice, over time the only constant is change. Three months ago, even one month ago for that matter, my daily yoga practice was digging dirt up from the darkest spaces in my soul and spirit. These deep, dark, uncomfortable spaces sat with me all day long, while I experienced this town and physical space. It was so easy to take out my "soul" issues on the space around me. "Less than bless" is a pleasant way to describe the experience I was having, leg infection, chaotic living situation and all. Now that I have processed through much of the shit, I feel more clearly the space around me, rather than projecting the space around me. For it is what it always IS; a reflection of me. This does not mean I stay some place where I am terribly unhappy.
In complete honesty if it were not for PRAY, I would have long been gone from Chiang Mai. Thanks to PRAY, I am cleansing my energy, working on re-balancing, shifting and manifesting awakening. My path is to remain put in order to see the bright, shiny self inside when only a few weeks ago all I could see was red, dark muddy anger and discomfort. It was not Chiang Mai, it was emotions releasing.
Anyone not familiar with this type of deep process of transformation or would like an idea of where one would begin, my path began simply with yoga. Ashtanga Yoga, the 8 limb path, is my truth and way of sifting through meaningless surface nonsense to get to the heart of it all. A few self-evolutions later, PRAY is my material manifestation of art-creation-healing-awakening tool for mankind. It is my hope that others may use the energies I have spent years discovering and now sourcing to re-balance, transform and awaken, and that one by one we can heal the world, 1 piece of jewelry at a time.
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