Mood Board 3
breathing, cells, Colectiv, comfort, coping, cry, death, deep, EFT, emotions, feelings, fire, frailty, gratitude, grief, grieving, guilt, harsh, healing, help, human, life, logic, meditation, pray, process, release, rest, soothe, soul, tapping, therapy, vulnerability, water
You cry for the first 4 or 5 days, first thing in the morning, when you wake up. Then you cry for a few more, at the first sip of coffee… Then it starts to sink in deep, and crawls down through your cells, like a heavy liquid metal… the notion that it actually happened, and it will stay that way, and there’s nothing you can do for those who suffered or are still suffering… Then you cry spontaneously, for no apparent reason, in the middle of a crowd, or on a bus on your way home… because you are now much closer to that feeling of vulnerability than you ever been, and because that feeling of not being able to do something about it then will stay with you for a long time, probably for ever.
This might be early for some, or late, or right on time.
in no logic order whatsoever:
2. remember you have the right to be safe, if anything looks too hard, don’t do it, if a conversation is unpleasant, leave the room;
3. stay away from harsh, vengeful, chaotic energy;
4. try to be near the water if possible, swim. Water is the principal element for healing, use it’s powers;
6. allow space for your feelings, whatever they might be now;
7. sit in silence for a while;
10. comfort others if you have that possibility;
11. drink plenty of water and warm beverages (non alcoholic; “it” really does not help, it just looks like it does);
12. turn off any source of negative news;
13. talk to someone if you feel the need to;
14. turn off your phone when you need to;
15. use tapping techniques to allow any built up energy blocks to move and be released out of your body;
16. do yoga to re-balance your physical body and your energy body;
17. when you’re ready, go offer some form of help to those affected by the tragic events if you can;
18. eat lean;
19. allow yourself not to rush through your day;
20. cancel plans if you feel you’re not up for them;
21. whenever you feel overwhelmed, focus on your breath and try to breathe fully;
22. journal, write down everything that goes through your mind;
23. visualize a protective and healing energy field around yourself and the others;
24. remember it’s ok to ask for help;
25. replace guilt for being among the living with gratitude for all life;
26. don’t be too hard on yourself if you don’t have it together in these times, it’s ok to forget, misplace, misspell, or misunderstand things. It’s ok not to have a plan;
27. use any of these: sage, chamomile, jasmine, tiliae, or any other plant you know helps you.
administrativ, afacere, apă, business, care, clar, clarity, Colectiv club, constructie, doliu, extinctor, fail, fire, fire extinguisher, foc, grieve, healing, humanity, incendiu, matters, monstrii, mourning, oameni, one way out, pace, pasare, peace, people, profit, public, raspundere, responsibility, RIP, safety, siguranta, sistem, somnul umanismului, soul, tragedie, tragedy, vindecare, water
Aveau nevoie de apă
(sau de mai multe extinctoare).
Dar înainte de asta, aveau nevoie de păsarea cuiva. Cuiva trebuia să îi pese de ce se întâmplă într-un spaţiu în care încăpeau 500 de oameni, şi care avea o singură ieşire. Cuiva trebuia să îi pese de calitatea materialelor folosite la renovarea şi izolarea acelui spaţiu. Funcţionarea unui spaţiu public în asemenea condiţii spune multe despre un sistem administrativ. Cuiva, cumva, i-a scăpat sensul simţului răspunderii. Răspunderea, nu doar pentru profit; răspunderea pentru siguranţa oamenilor. Există business fără oameni? Ce-ar fi dacă ne-ar păsa de oameni, un pic mai mult decât de profit?
Au murit pentru ca cei rămaşi să poată vedea mai clar. Doar că acum toţi ne dorim să fi văzut mai clar, înainte…
Odihnească-se în pace. Putere şi lumină celor care se luptă pentru vieţile lor, şi celor ce au rămas în urmă, să ajute şi să plângă.
They needed water
(or a few fire extinguishers more).
But before that, they needed humanity. The care for what happens in a space that fits 500 people, and has only one way out. The care for appropriate materials in such space. What good is pile of bureaucratic papers, when it leaves room for tragedy? The understanding of responsibility. Not just for business, but for people. There is no business without people. Why don’t we care for them first? You know, before caring for profit.
They died so we can see more clearly. And now we all wish we knew what we know now, before.
Rest in peace. Healing light to those struggling for their lives, and to those who remain to care and grieve.
air, astral, autumn, being, blue, ceasla, clock, close up, cosmic, details, grapes, home, inception, kitchen, life, manifestation, Moldavia, Moldova, nature, projections, realm, rest, Romania, September, stillness of the soul, subconscious, time, water, wind
alignment, all is well, allowing, be, bed, being, break, breathe, dance, expansion, expectation, feel good, home, inner peace, joy, leaves, life, moment, nature, now, peace, peaches, relaxation, rest, silence, sleep, soothing, soul, sunrise, tea, time, transparent, unknown, water
air, arosion, attention, bio, body, boundaries, breathe, chemical-free, communication, communion, dis-ease., disease, ebergy, eco, feeling, flowers, honey, immersed, inner, internal, knowledge, love, love making, magic, nature, nurture, pain, profit, sacred, secret, sun, sun-dried, suspended, tea, the elements, transformation, trees, Universe, water, winter
Because being suspended in liquid honey is the closest I could so far describe the feeling of being absolutely in love with something or someone.
Because every time I see a real flower (not the ones produced on a massive scale, with their DNA messed up, so they stay in perfect shape for longer, but with little to no smell at all left), I think to myself: as long as flowers still blossom, there can be no question on the existence of Love.
Because anytime I feel pain, physical or spiritual, I remember that it’s nothing more than evidence of the lack of love, or scarcity of it. Even the pain inflicted by others, because that’s nothing more than a request for attention from those who do it.
Because tea is a form of liquid love which you pour inside your body, with hours and hours of good “side effects”. Tea is the story of the planet, encapsulated in the pores of leaves, that starts to unfold once again under hot water, being brought back to life, for enough time to whisper to our souls about the magic of life. And it is the echo which reverberates inside our organs and veins, getting us back to our primary rhythm. Connecting our mind, heart and root energies in a stronger bond, while washing away the traces of dis-ease and the inevitable frustration built up over time, from the walls of inner landscapes.
I’m talking about the tea made from the plants grown on chemical-free soil, hand-picked and sun-dried, you know, the right kind, that keeps the sun and the wind in them, after the water has evaporated. Not those things with 7 labels on the package to convince us that they are natural, when in fact no memory of how they’re supposed to smell or taste remains in those tea bags. Evidence of desperate attempts of men in white robes debating on how to imitate nature, and multiply something which just looks like it, for the bigger profit.
Because it’s the air that keeps us alive, and the air which eventually oxides and erodes the appearances of the body and the material into oblivion, so that the new could emerge.
All those little love makings triggered by each breath in and out feed little rivers of new life throughout my internal universe. And so I know I am being loved as long as I am the recipient of this exchange of new and old.
Because I am water. We are more like water than like any other thing. We are more like water, air, and thought, than we like to admit at this point in time. Water is synonym to magic. It heals, clears, nurtures and transforms. It can transform in anything it needs: patience, impatience, nurture or destruction. It holds the knowledge of the Earth. Life could not begin unless we were fully immersed in the sacred communion liquid first. While humans barely communicate trough words and actions, the Earth communicates through the wind, the water, us, and everything else.
7. The Sun
Because most things follow the Sun, and I feel them all a part of me. Because me and the trees miss it badly in the winter. Because few things can escape the secret agreement it has with the other things that remind me of Love, and also with every cell of my being, such as it is perceived within the boundaries made by men.
The smell of freshly cut grass makes me grateful to be here now.
The color green of leaves and plants is the color of the Heart Chakra.
The trick is not to be tricked by how we are the same, and how we are unique.
…inspired by the wisdom found on The Moon Woman‘s facebook page : )
abstract, affirmation, being, brain, breathe, children, choice, collective, connection, consciousness, continents, cosmos, dream, Earth, eternal, evolution, expand, expression, family, fear, feed, heart, hope, human, illusion, inner map, joy, knowing, language, life, light, love, material, memories, mind, mirrors, money, nation, perceived, power, process, reflection, reminder, resonance, soul, space ship, star dust, structure, sunrise, time, transformation, travel, Universe, vibration, water, within, wonder, words, world
Time. Words. Material. The abstract world is always stronger before it starts to die away.
We are structured light. Never finite. Always traveling.
Become aware of your inner map being a reflection of the whole Universe. Ask yourself: “how long can I go without knowing who I am?” We are eternal mirrors of each other, but reflections serve only as reminders that we also poses an inside world, and in it we speak all languages, we keep all dreams, we know all there was and will be. There are no secrets to the soul, unless you try to live substituting the mind to it. The heart knows. Always knows. Always knows.
Allow. Love your fears and they will grow into butterflies of hope. Everything transforms. And every intention, set or withheld, will pave the way of that transformation. That is the point of your ability to influence how your outer world builds around you. The many layers of this world are a reflection of all that we poses inside. Until we collapse onto ourselves and dissolve the fleeting structure that was meant to evolve, we have a choice.
We are forced towards ourselves more and more, with each sunrise, each revolving of this spaceship we’re on. From continents and nations, to the nearest places of need and grief, affirmation and connection, expression and pleasure, to our personal and collective spaces, our families, our children, we expand our consciousness, ultimately forced to asses the resonance of it all within. And we know all that would disappear in its perceived form, if for a while we would stop from breathing.
We started out as drops of water and stars dust, vibrating at the sound of light.
We are growing apart from our fears and illusions. Power is nothing, if not another name for Love.
We are the miracle threshold between the non-existent and memories.
All it takes is one tiny thing that brings you true joy. One thing to bring you a sigh of relief, because it reminds you of the wonder of the world.
Food For Soul:
p.s.: above are small jars of devilishly delicious cherry and lemon jam – just fresh fruit and sugar and a splash of water, if you ever wanna try them.
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Did you ever contemplate the landscape of the Earth without water?
Just mountains, plains and deep cavities?
No blue, no reflection, no wave? How would we learn about the soul and life?
Wouldn’t the Moon feel lonely?
You feel a mixed sensation of primeval need for air, fear of death and need for safety. Your brain will allow you a few seconds to stay in between like this, but it will eventually go against it.
Eventually, you reach out to the surface, and for a moment, you feel new, purified, as if reborn.
Somewhere between the rain and the ocean, frailty and destruction, it quenches our thirst and feeds our dreams.
There’s always an amount of blessings we forget to be grateful about.
Varianta în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/07/12/intre-lumina-si-materie/
air, architecture, beach, beach house, being, Bossa Nova, garden, home, Interiors magazine, just be, mood, mordern, neo, neobeach, perfect, sea, shadow, sound, South Africa, South America, summer, the elements, trees, water, wind
I look at my phone’s new wallpaper and try to figure out what exactly is drawing me to this image.
Is it the name? Is it the shadow of the trees on the wall?
The fleeting dance of the leaves looks like the sound of summer.
That part of the year when it’s not spring, not winter.
Nothing agitates waiting for something to be born, the earth is already awake. A valley between two mountains. There’s no gathering of the crops.
There is no numbness from staying in the cold too long.
There is just the air, the water, the wind and you.
No explaining, no urgency, just being.
The almost perfect first detail of an almost perfect home?
Under Neobeach, in smaller font, it says
I could almost feel the grass from the patio underneath my feet.
Maybe I should go South. My soul seems to slide easily into warmer lands from another dimension, every time I get a hint of sea like landscapes, hanging on to any detail excuse to stay there…
Are my genes initially from the ?
Was my travelling as energy and matter always better by the sea?
I think about my Beach Homes album at home. Just when you think things couldn’t get any better, they do.
Varianta în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/06/30/dispozitie-de-vara/
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Until a few years ago, I was my worst critic. I never ran short of negative self judgement. I kinda felt there were other ways to do things, but it seemed like everybody else around me did it, so I thought, well, who am I to do otherwise? Not to be mistaken for a conformist. I did it my way. 🙂 But I was living in the mind.
I’m not gonna go into the how and why I got there, because I would probably need to write a book to tell the whole story. But I can give you a glimpse of what it looks like, and what I think of it, as I am still shaking off the last bits and cutting off the last strings of the burden that it has built around me and my life, while being attached to it. Some may even be feeling a bit of relatableness 🙂 So grab a cup of tea, this will be, at times, a bit… chilly.
I know how cruel the life of those living only in the mind is, because I did it too, for a long time.
It’s a cold place, which you constantly try to warm up with ego things and you never quite manage to.
Every time you think you made it, something, someone bigger, faster, stronger, will dwarf you.
It’s the way of the world, the natural process of growth. And yet, when you are in the mind and live off the land of ego, nothing will soothe the pain, since you only play for the first, spotless place.
Anything which starts with the second place and goes downwards, is for losers.
Sure, this way to live and be has made our race stronger… or did it?
Did we learn to keep our tears inside? Are we more ourselves now?
Are we pleased?
Outcomes and underlayings
Poverty, violence, war, racism, old laws that cause injustice, pollution, intolerance, disease.
The personal dramas, the natural catastrophes,
a picture of an earth that seems to forgive the bad and punish the good.
Yet, these are not the real problems, in the sense that they are not unsurpassable. All these things have solutions. Real ones.
On paper, everybody knows them. Sadly, in practice, there’s something underneath them, which constantly sabotages their fulfillment: the underlying ones. Instead of allowing ourselves to thrive and soar, our efforts seem like stones in a game of backward Tetris, unconsciously dissolving everything that’s on top. Those underlying problems aren’t complicated, and not hard to understand, but we lack the muscle for it; and they are simple in fact: we don’t take care of our bodies and we live in the mind. Sounds too easy, doesn’t it? You would think that we are here for higher purposes, right? Well, what if that higher purpose would start to reveal its true nature only after you solved these first two?
Vessels of life
If we would just take a moment, and stay still, and reflect.
I’m not sure which is worst, ignoring your body or believing you are your mind.
Both however make a recipe for disaster.
We think that we don’t have to listen to our bodies, but to everything else around them; when actually, the Universe is within us too. We know what we need, so that we can function at an optimal level. But we just don’t want to. We can’t. We need to many permissions, it has to first be all over the news. We need a campaign and a montage!
Denying the very space inside of us, and its requirements, is what leads to the primary structure on which we sew our negative emotions, bad feelings and unwanted outcomes.
Nothing would be simpler, and yet more effective, than to turn inside. Yet somehow, most of us spend a lifetime running away from it, in this mad quest for an ever-eluding picture of happiness and what we are taught it should be.
In a fast paced world, nobody seems to have the time for such un-graspable matters.
When did we decide that this formula would be good for ourselves:
don’t eat natural foods
don’t drink water
don’t get fresh air and sun
don’t get enough sleep?
Not listening to our bodies is actually not listening to the divine power that created us, call it whatever you fancy. We tool and harden them, instead of loving them. It seems easier, although it’s a bad long-term management decision. In time, it will prove to be harder.
Why do we do it?
because for so many years, we have been taught how to imitate an ideal that serves the industrial type of productivity, we scheduled our hours and efficiency, trying to imitate machines.
A German might call me a Greek. But this is not about disproving what already is, it’s just to ask: what do we really still need?
We ignore the little signals until they become a huge cry, then we go to the doctor and get quick fixes or permanent ones. Society loves sacrifice stories, but do we still need them to feel worthy?
Back to the mind: when you only live in it, or mostly in it, you make a choice of being its servant, instead of making it your servant. Everything has to be a challenge, in order to reaffirm your choice; a mountain, something to be conquered. Stillness is death.
We have an overly masculine approach on everything, even though femininity is the symbol for creation, creativity and nurturing, thus for positive growth.
Maybe applying a few feminine principles would spare us greatly of the negative outcomes we face.
Maybe the two, the masculine and the feminine, should be sewed in a more balanced manner into most decisions, if not all decisions. How would the world look then?
One paradox of the mind is that, although it doesn’t have all the facts, it behaves as though it has only the negative possible ones. Then, it shuts down or ignores the communication with the heart, and makes perfect excuses for distrusting it all. God forbid we should accept we need attention or to love ourselves, before we first hammer ourselves into avoiding to acknowledge that. It’s an acquired reflex. There’s no need for a teacher or a supervisor, we can punish the self and the others without any help. What’s better than persecution? Self-persecution. We’ve become masters of the blaming game, always on a lookout for possible candidates, that we can offer some home-made anger treats to.
We embrace the ego so tightly and then ask the divine to give us answers for why our lives aren’t better than they are. We like greed, envy, jealousy, to be possessive, to control and manipulate; we think maybe if we keep going like that, we will somehow imitate true power. They’re like artificial sweeteners and hydrogenated fats in your desert, a brief somewhat pleasurable taste, but then they damage all tissues they come in contact with…
Mindfulness? slow food? grinding your own coffee? meditation? Ain’t nobody got time for that!
A shadow of reason
We’ve become so skilled into shooting our own dreams down.
When did we decide the power to change is not ours?
When did we outsource responsibility?
At what point did we accept to be in a constant state of unworthiness?
Was it when philosophers first came to be, when they seemed to be people destined to solve problems which required (more) time to think?
It seemed deep thinking and rabbit holes were for philosophers, creativity was for artists, building houses was for masons, and the matters of the spirit were for priests and monks.
Did that left the rest of the people with in-between jobs (purposes)?
Do we go to fortune tellers and truly expect them to map out our next moves, when in truth, the map is inside us, and we, subconsciously or consciously, draw it ourselves as we go?
Was it in our education over the years, the mentality that brought us to record and execute, but not to understand?
Why do we let our bodies and our lives to something else other than our own hands?
We settled for less. Probably because it seemed easier to appear as victims, than to appear as anything stronger than that.
Responsibility means accountability, nobody wants that. The victim cannot be guilty, right?
We’ve mistaken instincts for feelings, and to be powerful with being destructive or unchangeable.
Why is it so hard for people to fight for what they know is best for them?
Is it because they don’t know they can ask for it?
Are we afraid of being called “lazy”, “a wuss”, “a rebel”? What’s the label you fear most?
Who do you need permission from to be yourself and claim your right to wellbeing?
The demons that live inside and around you need your permission too. They feed primarily on fear. They grow stronger with each dive into anger, and each fake desert you have.
And at what point did the mind became the only seemingly reliable tool?
“Here’s a soul: now go on living like you don’t have one.” Wouldn’t we all be just brains? How creepy would that be?
We should understand that we have been given a sacred space and vessel of communication, and that we are obligated to care for it the best way we can.
We should see that only in this space we share the management position with the power that created us.
We should understand that having a brain does not mean we only have that. The mind is but a servant. Someone said that the mind is the captain that stirs the boat, but not the boat itself.
We are a resonating space, that when let to it, goes in tune with all universal forces. Being there for ourselves is what gives way for that to happen.
We are the ones that shut down the opportunities which lie on the other side of victimhood.
Our bodies are meant to move us and hold our spirits.
Stepping across that line between fear and manifestation of our inner gifts is what drives the human spirit after all. Caring for yourself is caring for the way you care for others. When you are not whole, you can’t give the same way you would as when being that way.
Let the bridges between your heart and your mind reconnect. Let them go together. Then tie back the loose ends of your body’s needs, these are two gifts you can give yourself anytime, that no one else can give you. Make yourself whole again, that is how you first came here anyway.
Versiunea în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/06/07/doua-lucruri/