This song feels like rain washing away your heartaches. Vibe with it.
There is a meditation we do called heart breaths, my therapist and I. In it, I am meant to gather all the love around me in the air, and envision it as a color. All the energy inside my body I see I visualize I picture. Often, it is yellow. Gold. Sometimes pink or red. Once I have gathered all that love into the space before me, I am meant to breathe it into my heart.
It enters through the tips of my fingers. I watch it travel through my body, through my veins, now suddenly a liquid gold. Up my arms and through my scalp from all these different angles the colors like a thousand strings of yarn coming to a center in the center of my chest.
This is where love winds itself together.
When I am feeling sad about the world, and people, and all the hurt she teaches me to gather up the love and send it out. Projection. Sometimes the love and how it gathers is so strong and warm and filling that my chest feels tight. My ears ring with the sound of it. Sometimes there is so much of it I think that I can heal all of time and space. I am ethereal. I am something other than a body, something other than a self.
I leave the physicality of me and all the places that I occupy. Even my skin begins to disappear. In all the afterglow, I am leaving stardust for the universe to gather.
I am told this is a symptom of my traumas—my ability to leave my body. To enter into a space above the one that I exist and watch the world go on around me. And yet, sometimes, when I stray too far from my own skin, she teaches me the womb breaths, to tether me back down to earth.
When I breathe in deeply from the space beneath my stomachskin, the strings are blue, or sometimes green. They are never pink or red or gold or yellow, because those are elements of sky. Sometimes all the feelings of the wounded heartspace are so great I need to teach my body to come back to its own grounding. From here, the colors enter through the soles of feet. I watch them travel up my legs and wind themselves up tightly into mothernests beneath my ribs.
Everything is balance. All things inside the universe exist to us in imagery. If you listen closely, you can hear the colors in the moments all around you. A flower blooming, or a leaf that turns to red to orange to brown. The sound of red as it leaves our body, be it love or blood or something else entirely. The sound of bruises forming on the skin, or daylight turning into dark.
It is ascension, just as much as it is grounding. It is winding oneself back into the fabric of our time and space. Through breaths of color, we can visualize the world and how it knits itself together, all us tethered by fine strands from one body to the next.
Society teaches us autonomy. It teaches us a certain isolation that we are our own person our own choices our existence our own failures. It does not teach us how our blood runs with the tempo of the currents inside earth. It does not teach us how our angers shift and slide into the bodies of the person next to us and then the person next to them.
But if we listen, we will hear our words and sounds repeated in the way the universe exists both inside and around us. There is no you or me. There is only us and how we come together how we heal and how we love.
If you cannot teach yourself to hear the colors, you will never learn to share them.
When my son was seven, he came to me reluctantly and said he needed to talk to me about something. He was afraid because no one else ever talked about it. He wondered about the colours around people.
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I love this. I love those words and I love your son and I love how he came to you to talk to you about this. You must be a warrior of fostering love and communication. Thank you for sharing that. ❤
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So welcome! There is always something we don’t know about – life’s great mystery.
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A beautifully visual tool; your description is so vivid, like it is a living thing moving through and with your being. ❤
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Thankyou.
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Beautiful
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Heartfelt and beautiful ❤
The day that we humans can see and hear the colors around us will be the day we awaken to the true nature of our being: "There is no you or me."
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Yes. a true awakening, isn’t it? I hadn’t seen it as that, but you are absolutely right. Thank you for feeding my lovespace. ❤
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I’ve been learning about the colors around me and I’m finding things about myself and others I never have before. It’s amazing this realization. Sometimes though I can focus on them and sometimes not which is frustrating at times. Hugs my friend❤️
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It really is incredible what we can unlock about our lives and the lives of others when we take a moment to listen. Keep up the good fight girlie. Honored to have you on this side ❤
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Thank you so much that means so much to me. Yes I am some days it’s a challenge but so worth it. I’m happy to be on this side with you❤️
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Your colors are radiant.
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Ahhhh I am certainly trying to get there. Thank you friend ❤
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That thing about our angers, how they “shift and slide into the bodies of the person next to us and then the person next to them” –That made me think. And remember it working too welll.i hope to be more alert now. Thank you.
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Sounds wonderful. A visually inspiring post. 🙂
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Nice words
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You’re confused like me.
And so judgemental…
Remember you are a powerful girl…
Powerful.
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