Purified Inhale, Purified Exhale

It's easier not to carry certain rocks. It's easier to hurl them into the woods and let them be forgotten, as some . . . as it turns out many . . . rightfully needed to be.

Mmmm. And now here I am, no doubtedly carrying some more, but they're not the kind I need to throw. In fact, I'm embodying them, in particular this one. The familiar energy ignited at first by the heaviest bottom rock of this stack made me want to throw it, but that's just the fear. You can't throw out emotions. I learned this from my first collection of rocks. My anger has since transformed----grown centered, sober, more mature, and wise. It serves a purpose----as long as I lovingly listen to and allow it.

Mmmmm. Can I slow down and feel into that "mmmm" sound? Can I let it resonate and fill my mouth-space, let the tone ease my jaw muscles and vibrate throughout my ears and throat? Can I soften the tone to a light whisper that tickles up my ear canals and releases into the air? What does it sound like? I picture a lighthouse. The foghorn from the distance I used to know so well now is a comfort inside of me.

Ohmmmmmm.

Ohmmmmmm.

The centering power: I can do this for myself, as well as for many others. Ohmmmmm. That light-filled tower in the dark----that's me. That's my heart lighting the sound. That's you too, true healers. I know we feel each other.

This rock is not speaking to me----it's speaking through me. I had an image of myself I wanted to hold onto----an expansive perspective and inner stillness of peace, much like the top white rock in this stack----but this rock knows me better. Rather, it knows life and its challenges better. Did you know that unconditional love is not enough? I learned this growing up. Nothing changed. Nothing got better. I had to genuinely love myself and establish healthy boundaries. It's important to keep doing this, as the crumbling continues to crumble, and the healers recalibrate and heal.

Ohmmmmm. A deep tone to cleanse the body, to move up and down the stones and relax the cells, reminding them that they are safe and loved because someone strong is watching over. Are you that strong person for yourself? From your cells' perspective, you are God. What kind of God are you going to be? Are you going to allow fear and worry in, in all its manifestations and forms, or are you going to continue flourishing your life with light and love?

Ohmmmmmmm. Send the message out. No ego death here. Let's give it a better name: omnipresence. Alone, in bed with my cat, cozy with my notebook, I am safe to be myself. Ah! This is what the earth wants too. It's obvious to anyone connected. Naturalist, pure, beauty, real, kind, good for the soul----good for the soil. The earth does not focus on the negative. The planet has a natural cleansing cycle it trusts in, and I trust in it too. Why do animals steer clear of poisonous plants and mushrooms? Because they're wise. Because they're intuitive. Because they aren't conditioned to be anything but real and good to themselves. Ohmmmmmm. Let's feel and breathe and love so genuinely into that truth. Let's allow our cells to tingle with joy in the confidence and celebration that the omnipresent God they know truly loves and nourishes them.

We're lighthouses in a foggy world at times, but we're doing this right. I know that anger isn't always comfortable, but understood, loved, and alchemized wisely, it is one of the most important emotions. It keeps the world sane. It filters out the toxicity. It makes possible the opportunities, connections, and space for creativity and positive passion to flourish.

Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

So, let the fog clear away as your own light shines. Inhale and exhale. Breathe in that freshly cleared air and the cleansed comfortability within. Breathe in the trust and love for oneself, and breathe out the trust and love for the natural world. All on its own, allow the expansive perspective and inner sense of peace to restore, not in an airy, only out there sort of way, but in the multi-tiered, multi-connected full-bodied certainty way.