Naked by the creek, huh?...
Okay, so it has been too cold to get naked by the creek. but three weeks ago, sitting in 90 degrees ad 80% humidity almost 24/7, what I longed for most was to sit naked by the creek . Naked by the creek and SCREAM! Scream, because in Bali, I found myself living in a paradox: the island and the magic that surrounds me brings forth everything that needs to be healed. Everything that needs to be awakened, moved, expressed, and shared. And at the same time, there is nowhere to cry out loud. Nowhere to roar like a lion, or even howl at the moon...
Everywhere we go, on this island of 3 million people, there are, um... people. And they don't speak my language, so if I just happened to let a blood-curdling one rip, just to get it out.... just to move some stuck energy... I wouldn't really be able to do much except smile and say, "Pas!"... which means delicious. It's complicated.
But I am home now. And at this moment, I am lying on the couch in our little apartment in Vernonia (or some prefer to refer to it as my "single-wide" but I'm just not there yet.) I am waiting for my husband, who is a few miles down the road planting trees on our land, and waiting for the well driller to get water (we hope). It is quiet here. I can hear a fly in the window across the room, and the hum of the cooling fan in my Apple. I like that.
Being home is good. It feels very much like home. It is also wildly transitional. I am acclimating myself into my skin again. Into the climate, into wearing shoes, hot showers, jeans, and sleeping under blankets. My body isn't yet ready to jump back into busyness, and I am teaching Nia less. Teaching Yoga less. Actually, interacting with people a bit less, in general. I miss teaching, but that's how it goes. I am settling into the "space" this new life is offering me, and we will see what magic comes forth. It always does.
This summer I intend to listen to my deepest voice more closely than ever. I intend to garden, be in nature more, listen to the waterfalls by our new cabin in the woods, camp with friends, pick berries, cook, and plant more seeds. Seeds of what is to come, and seeds of change. And, I intend to pray. Prayer "creates space" naturally. It comes from the mystery, from ether, and it returns to the mystery, to ether. And I choose to surround myself in these possibilities that I feel deep within my soul.
Space is important. It allows us to transition naturally from where we have been to where we are now, which prepares us for wherever it is we are going.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you...
while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
Here is a super easy-to-make tea that will help you rest and quiet your mind. It is delicious, and to-be-sipped slowly, and you will feel the relaxation seep through your body. It’s very soothing and safe for daily use.
1/4 cup dried chamomile flowers per cup
1/4 cup vanilla soy milk, rice milk, cream, milk, or half-and-half per cup
Honey, agave, or maple syrup to sweeten
Pour boiling water over the chamomile, cover, and steep 15 to 20 minutes, until strong
Add the soy milk and sweetener to taste.