Tag: meditating on death
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oh, my dying body
Oh, my dying body. You have served me with so much beauty – The joy of the dance… the aliveness and let-go of the adventures in the forests and the rivers… The creative play… You carried my beautiful friends in your belly, the children that was born into life through me. You carried me from…
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the inner unfolding
I am landing back home after the stay in the rehabilitation centre.The valley is white and quiet. Silence embraces me, nourishes me and helps me giving space for the inner unfolding that is happening. I have rested deeply, and slept a lot. Some of the medicines are also making me tired ☺️ Layers of self-doubt…