My Spiritual Ego - Morning pages einer Erwachenden

Wow thank you for going to the pool.  He says following my lead as his friends is joining some minutes later. We’re having our private pool party. A pool! For me. For us. Of course I had to jump in directly after spotting it. Apparently as once and so often inspiring all the rest to also have a refreshing dip into the fresh water.  The two boys who will be with us the next two days, starting at the pool that I return to two mornings later, experiencing a typical Indian morning. Finding this refreshing source of energy I make it my mission to use it for the early mornings to get a good morning wake up energizer for the days to come. It's her birthday. Hers. And it's her last days. I wake up early as expected, organizing my apartment making my way to the pool. The sun is already full power although it's only 8.30 in the morning. Once out of the apartment trying to carry my body the few meters up to the pool, feeling my muscles still aching from the 10 hours on the bike the da...

Lina‘s Magic Moments Fabuloussssss. Looking forward to some Lina time. Still good for 4pm?  he’s asking. I’m already on the go. Totally excited on this first spring day of the year that’s bringing a heat appropriate for summer time. I put the key into the keyhole and turn it twice. I take a breath in and energetically walk out the door.  After just a little pit stop in the apartment to send out the contacts and groups, spreading the connections around, I have built over the last weeks to curious souls approaching me for advice. Only the day before I noticed that I feel I should get more involved into our community events and support all that’s been established more actively. Buying two flower stamps, my next mission is to find an ink pad to be able to use them for our women‘s ecstatic dance. Twirling around in the city with the girls, checking out every shop, I get the final hint in the last one. Could have crossed my mind before. The shop where I see M once in a while. Headin...

Going to dinner after having given evidence to our connection now also physically, bound together by the symbol of the rising woman on our skin. Hours we had spent with my friendly neighbor artist patiently creating the motive as we wished for it to come out while he ordered us cake and cappuccino, sending red hearts.  She’s looking at me, we’re grateful, blessed and happy about our bond as she’s reviewing her experience in this place. Somehow I still didn’t have this big wohoo moment like you do all the time finding your teacher, meeting all these people you have known before. This magic somehow hasn’t happened to me here, meeting someone special … I smile and look at her. All on a sudden the truth of my learnings spilling uncontrollably out of my mouth. Well Love this is all about perspective. Nothing is good or bad or great or magical unless you make it that. Every experience is what you make of it, what you see in it and what you focus on. If you are looking for an extraordinar...

It's the third day I have not been hugged by HiM. Mmmmmmm. It's been a bit too much. The last bit walking in the blistering sun on the open asphalt street up the mountain and back for underestimated three hours. I already feel the exhaustion syndrome. I can barely manage to get back to my house. Meeting of the Core Family. Not for me. I cancel. I'm not needed anyways. I need rest. Waking up the next day I still  feel  tired. I don't listen enough to rest some more and take my tired body to yoga class.  Broken is what I feel afterwards. Making breakfast I already feel how my exhausted body seems to be unable to process any more intake from the outside. Even in the form of food. No more energy. Unfortunately I don't listen. I think I need to eat before attending the event to support my newly wedded crew. Heavily I drag myself to the venue while I listen to the flattering words of my friend who knows nothing better than to be my biggest cheerleader. O h my God Lina you...

  She’s a Butterfly. He says for the second time. The second day like when I flew away from his class to another one. From one person to the next one here in our private breakfast circle. A social Butterfly. A social butterfly that seems to not be resting from the unexpected social encounters. He’s making me part of the inner circle. The core. Involving me into his events. No questions asked. I got that notion. And there I am on the table again with the girls, new girls sharing my insights. High frequencies finally becoming draining to some point. Yet my bestest and me rejoin an hour later recharging, understanding. Seems we’ve found the flow for us to be in perfect harmony. No matter if our exciting unexpected meetings become a bit overwhelming at times. Getting a cappuccino and a cupcake and we are all back at the water. The rock. That’s what she is for me. Three months it’s been. Almost. Time has flown by like the light colorful butterfly I am. Rebirth and transformation. Waves...

Secret but not so secret. Slowly slowly but not so slowly. That seems to be the theme of my life right now. He's laughing, his beautiful contagious laugh that makes me smile bright like the sun as well. Same place three days later for the third time, different combinations of people, same beautiful uplifting energies. The ones from our Sunday dance ceremony and a new friend who came to me the day before. You must have felt your legs the next day after the dance. Master M says looking at me. He saw me jumping up and down for over an hour. Made me skip yoga the next day I tell him. Just like my outside the circle yoga class the next day would make me take a break and I would earn a judging look from my teacher declaring it non yogic. This is not yoga . I smile. Standing by him. Hugs grow into squeezing competition with the days as our hearts unfold more and more and I feel our community and commitment, our appreciation for each other growing. My friend from Belgium on one side tryi...