Prayer for Mis Pollitos

Mis Pollitos, 

My prayer for you is that in this world of so much beauty, courage, vulnerability, sadness, distraction, mystery and creation; may you always find courage to bend towards the Source.

Bend towards the light and know that you can always 

seek out the Source from which you came. 

The wonderful goddess that mama calls Mother Nature. She is there in your next breath, over the horizon, 

and underneath your wiggly feet.

In light and warmth, 

Mamãe 

Photo by: Tichaamando 

¿Qué van a decir?

¿Qué van a decir?

¿Qué van a decir de los que decidieron venir por una vida de más promesas y remesas? Un sueño lejano que casi hallaron en sus manos antes que el calor del desierto por cierto los matara. 

What will they say of the courage they carried to seek a new promise land where their dreams are now buried.  Will they speak their names and write them down in history like those who came before them through the turbulent waters of the North Sea and the Atlantic?

¿Cómo será la despedida y la promesa perdida?

Will their names be forever silent in the automated lips of those who use their deaths as loud weapons of hate convincing the masses that a wall will cure us and rid us of any trespassers. Will the wall oxidize like Lady Liberty?

La negación de la humanidad y seres contrabandeados 

Vidas dignas, valientes, y esperanzadas.

¿Hay alguien que nos escuche? 

¿Qué van a decir?

Improv Meditation for the Anxious Soul: Ocean is Mother

Improv Meditation for the Anxious Soul -  I created these improv meditations in loving kindness for the sensitive souls in my life (me included) who struggle to surrender into sleep and bend towards the grips of anxiety that grip tightly at night. This anxiety might sound like "I am too hot (take off the covers), I am cold now (shift... shift... shifting in bed), I cannot fall asleep, I won't ever be able to fall asleep..."  Often, I would already be my own sleep world when these words would wake me up. At first, I would feel anxious or irritable to be awoken but with time I discovered my breath and this improv meditations that would flow out of me from a place deep inside. A place that felt like love, warmth, compassion, and kindness even in my exhausted sleepiness. I do as much or as little of these meditations as my sweet ones will tolerate or hold. I share here in hopes that this might serve you or your anxious loved ones. 

Breathe in, relax your hands
Breathe out, relax your wrists

Breathe in, relax your arms
Breathe out, sink into your body and relax your shoulders

Breathe in, relax your feet
Breathe out, relax your ankles

Breathe in, relax your legs
Breathe out, sink into your backside and relax your hips

Breathe in, relax your hands onto your belly
Breathe out, feel the gentle fall of your belly

Breathe in, feel your belly rise
Breathe out, feel the gentle fall of your belly

Breathe in, you began your physical journey in this life form in the belly
Breathe out, your belly is the home of all creation

Breathe in, imagine yourself standing watching out onto the vast ocean
Breathe out, feel the sand underneath your feet and in between your toes

Breathe in, Ocean is a most ancient and wise mother
Breathe out, smell the salty spray the Ocean gifts you as it rushes and receding

Breathe in, the Ocean teaches us the way with its ebbs and flows
Breathe out, the Ocean waxes and wains as our breath

Breathe in, our breath is a wise teacher like the Ocean
Breathe out, feel the calm of the Ocean in your breath

Breathe in gratitude for Mother Ocean keeping rhythm with ancient breaths
Breathe out, rest into your breath embracing the temporary as your belly will rise again

Breathe in, feel the rise of your belly resting as Mother Ocean rests
Breathe out, sink deep into your breath to rest

Breathe in, feel the rise of your belly resting as Mother Ocean rests
Breathe out, sink deep into your breath to rest

Breathe in, hear the Ocean sounds in your breath
Breathe out, the quiet retracting of each wave

Breathe in, the Ocean is Mother
Breathe out, wise, ancient, Mother like your ancestral breath

Breathe in
Breathe out

Improv Meditations for the Anxious Soul: Belly the home of all creation

Improv Meditation for the Anxious Soul -  I created these improv meditations in loving kindness for the sensitive souls in my life (me included) who struggle to surrender into sleep and bend towards the grips of anxiety that grip tightly at night. This anxiety might sound like "I am too hot (take off the covers), I am cold now (shift... shift... shifting in bed), I cannot fall asleep, I won't ever be able to fall asleep..."  Often, I would already be my own sleep world when these words would wake me up. At first, I would feel anxious or irritable to be awoken but with time I discovered my breath and this improv meditations that would flow out of me from a place deep inside. A place that felt like love, warmth, compassion, and kindness even in my exhausted sleepiness. I do as much or as little of these meditations as my sweet ones will tolerate or hold. I say each part slowly embracing the Divine feminine energy that is slow and patient. I share here in hopes that this might serve you or your anxious loved ones.

Breathe in, relax your hands
Breathe out, relax your wrists

Breathe in, relax your arms
Breathe out, sink into your body and relax your shoulders

Breathe in, relax your feet
Breathe out, relax your ankles

Breathe in, relax your legs
Breathe out, sink into your backside and relax your hips

Breathe in, relax your hands onto your belly
Breathe out, feel the gentle fall of your belly

Breathe in, feel your belly rise
Breathe out, feel the gentle fall of your belly

Breathe in, you began your physical journey in this life form in the belly
Breathe out, your belly is the home of all creation

Breathe in, feel your belly rise and know that you were once in a belly
Breathe out, feel your belly fall as you celebrate this breath that gives you life

Breathe in gratitude for your breath
Breathe out feel the freedom that comes with a breath

Breathe in gratitude for your breath's rhythm reminding us that everything is temporary
Breathe out the freedom that comes with knowing you can find your breath when life hardens you

Breathe in, relax your head onto your pillow
Breathe out, relax your neck onto your pillow

Breathe in gratitude for your pillow, warmth, and your mattress
Breathe out, sink into the warmth of your body and breath

Breathe in, rise
Breathe out, fall

Breathe in, rise
Breathe out, fall

Breathe in, rise
Breathe out, fall 

Secure Attachment - A love letter to my lovable inner child

Come little one.
Come in your rage, your indignations, and burning anger.
No better, I will come to you.

I will sit with you, hold you, or just take your hands.
Whatever feels safe and containing, I will offer you asking nothing in return.
We will weather this nasty storm together.

No storm is too great to defeat us as storms are treacherous yet temporary.
Storms bend us, shake us to our core, and in that painful dance we discover our strength.
I will dance with you until we both discover the mountain we are made of.
So I will not ask you to stop or show up any differently than in this here storm.

I will stay with you lovable child even when I want to run away because you are crafty at getting at my very last nerve or asking for that which I do not know how to give.
I will stay with you even not having gotten this refuge in my journey.
I will stay with you and embrace this painful reality for the only way around the storm is through, anything else is a detour to the land of numbing.

Come to me little one in your fully sensitive humanness.
I will hold you in warmth and light embracing all your feelings in loving kindness.
Come little one.
No better, I will come to you.