I back with a head and heart full of new discoveries.
However, at present my life seems to be a never ending cycle of rushing to the next appointment.
I still miss Mithril. My heart is slowly surrendering to the unknown. A part of me fiercely resents this.
In Capetown I learned that people do not have to instantly like me. Admitting that I needed my facilitator to like me was far more traumatic than sharing deep and interesting feelings. Her feedback, that friendship grows over time, often with people we do not immediately feel drawn to, shifted something in my world.
The last three evenings was spent with a healer who trained in India. Inside something feels more solid. At the same time my heart feels light and floaty. He mentioned that although I not often aware of it, because I am so caught up in my mind, my intuition is very strong. Letting go of control I can allow this intuition to find its voice.
Looking through my journal I found this piece of writing.
The secret life of the heart exists outside of the mind. Its singing cannot be contained in the short enclosing sounds and structures of a language influenced by culture and conditioning. However, its song can soften the edges of language, sweeping it along, twirling it around and making it catch its breath for just a moment.
I wish I had the time to allow my words to ebb and flow with the beating of my heart.
I will visit as soon as I find another opening in time to slip through.
