Self-Intimacy
In the fibers of my Soul
There is a Voice
Crying, dancing, praying, laughing, cursing…
In the bones of my Body Tree
Self-Intimacy
In the fibers of my Soul
There is a Voice
Crying, dancing, praying, laughing, cursing…
In the bones of my Body Tree
In the fibers of my Soul
There is a Voice
Crying, dancing, praying, laughing, cursing…
In the bones of my Body Tree
I carry shadows and lights
In small cells and knots
Full of stardust.
I am longing for the Deep,
I search for the Wide,
And I bring Myself heavy for
The Big encounter.
I could dig inside,
To make more space for
The Mirrors of Me,
The Layers of You.
But all I can see it is out:
The sky, the forest, the mountain,
And in between a bridge…
And inside me a window
Outside a ray of Sun
Dropping tears of Moon light down.
Could this be True?
Diving into the Breathing waters
Among the sky walkers
Talking to the Moon?
I am here, waiting…
I can find…
And I can start again.
Everything that ended returns to
Calm down the Fire and the Thirst!
I just became a Rainbow…
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TRAUMA – a fashionable word or a harsh reality?
We feel safe as long as it does not claim a lot of space in our life, but we forget that its mechanisms are so subtle and hidden…as long as we do not feel a certain pain or discomfort, we consider there is not there, and we can even decide to shut it down, to suppress it.
Family Constellation and the quest for Inclusion
I studied family constellation for 2 years and since 2018 I also practice it as facilitator, as representative (resonator) or as client.
It has been an eye opening tool and connected me to something bigger and wider than Me and my own life: the morphogenetic field.
When Life and Death become one reality!
I have always felt a certain familiarity with Death, mourning, loss and decay. Maybe this is one reason for which I wish one day to learn to be a death doula for those close to their transition into a different dimension of the Soul…