My body spread out its intention across my whole self as I woke up this morning, and it desired to feel its worn muscles and unused tendons across itself.
So I followed its will, or perhaps my heart's will, as it stretched in all the directions it willed, and I felt its powerful breath fuel it and relax it, and helped it to shape, so gently, into ways it truly desired.
Upon waking up from a wonderful experience of intimacy with my body, I opened my eyes and found a man sitting down, smiling up at me, and he said he had enjoyed watching me do yoga and/or Chi-Gong or Tai-Chi, and that I did it at maybe 85% (of what Yoga masters do).
He spoke to me of his home in Shaston, and of the river Peet (I think?), close to Mt Shasta, all the way north to the Oregon border.
He spoke with very well chosen words, sometimes taking some time to think of the right word. I found it mildly strange, but he then told me that one side of his body was paralyzed, and so sometimes he had trouble talking, and he was re teaching himself to read and write. He showed me the Dr. Seuss book he was reading.
He told me he was a Native, and he was teaching himself to speak and write again so he could go to Washington DC and speak to the politicians.
Spirit (thumb), body (pinky), communion of both cause wholeness.
Five prayers: tears, singing songs, dancing, living and helping in community, and heart.
I showed him some poems from Full on Arrival, and we exchanged contact information.
Magical.
So I followed its will, or perhaps my heart's will, as it stretched in all the directions it willed, and I felt its powerful breath fuel it and relax it, and helped it to shape, so gently, into ways it truly desired.
Upon waking up from a wonderful experience of intimacy with my body, I opened my eyes and found a man sitting down, smiling up at me, and he said he had enjoyed watching me do yoga and/or Chi-Gong or Tai-Chi, and that I did it at maybe 85% (of what Yoga masters do).
He spoke to me of his home in Shaston, and of the river Peet (I think?), close to Mt Shasta, all the way north to the Oregon border.
He spoke with very well chosen words, sometimes taking some time to think of the right word. I found it mildly strange, but he then told me that one side of his body was paralyzed, and so sometimes he had trouble talking, and he was re teaching himself to read and write. He showed me the Dr. Seuss book he was reading.
He told me he was a Native, and he was teaching himself to speak and write again so he could go to Washington DC and speak to the politicians.
Spirit (thumb), body (pinky), communion of both cause wholeness.
Five prayers: tears, singing songs, dancing, living and helping in community, and heart.
I showed him some poems from Full on Arrival, and we exchanged contact information.
Magical.
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