a few weeks in portland…

It’s monday night, I’m in a dark room lit by a candle re-reading Credo Mutwa and feeling as though I’ve surfed a wave of emotions at long last needing release. A “night mix” playlist is echoing, “33 bowls of rain” that’s crystal bowls along with the classic “jala, yoga flow mix” and “dolphin and whale sounds.”  I’m feeling the after effects of this last quarter scorpio moon entering sagittarius.

Only a few days ago, I was speaking to a new yogi about Yogananda (Autobiography of a Yogi), kundalini, tantra philosophy, jesus christ and christ consciousness only to hear some of the same words in a YouTube video with the late Sunyata Saraswati. I was amazed and astonished at this Ancestor’s life story. Powerful to say the least, this day has been fruitful with abundance; a shaman class, a woman’s permaculture class, a class i thought was about botany or gardening that turned out to be about facilitating the healing or support of children with trauma (thank you, oregon state university)!

i sent this yogi a few must reads:

  • autobiography of a yogi,
  • sri ramakrishna,
  • the science of breathe,
  • the mahabarata
  • and oops forgot — siddharta — another classic!

I knew I came to this region for healing I just didn’t imagine it would be this powerful. Even the beads on my wrists smell like ethiopian frankincense and myrrh! Maybe it’s the sacredness of the mountains or the proximity to the ocean or simple ‘timing’ thrusting me into the darkness of myself. or the lessons of witnessing the harvest and rebirth of seeds make their full bloom as I learn to grow microgreens. the way the darkness of soil like the mothers womb brings forth new life. their is something deeply sacred about the land, the mysteries of nature, and our kinnectedness to spirituality that is profound. i am a student. observing while acting in this sacred dance remaining in awe and deep appreciation.

in this way the days go by. i am re-learning to breathe.

“why do you move so fast?” was one reminder that i had to rid myself of my high-strung “survival mode” southeast lifestyle. that my shift in consciousness is more about fully embracing my authentic self. even my tiny locs seem to grow as to kiss the sun and spiral to the stars like shoots from mother earth herself. they are my teachers. i look at my kinks sticking straight up in wonder at the simplicity and complexity of my indigenous alchemy and this conductive fire that largely remain a hidden metaphysical quantum science. and i re-teach myself to accept this sacred way of growth i witness from my person. a reminder teaching me to resist any form of negative self talk. to promote a crystaline self-acceptance through re-opening the heart space.

i am adjusting my sight. re-membering to see the all in everyone and myself. the love in all things.

everything feels like radical growth that i want to keep private and sacred. much i’d like to share and still so much more i am silent to. and i’m greatful to be here at this time unraveling and rooting in this sacred frequency…

inLove,

daria_gold_bee

Ria

 

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