Old soul/wonky quirky loving heart
Feeling tired but still hopeful
I’m still in this in between where I find difficult to take time to think about how to feed this Substack account with my best and freest inspiration. Feeding is a hard theme for me though one of my biggest pro and private interests - being a former nutritionist, having experienced eating disorders too.
So here I go today with a spontaneous intuitive writing from yesterday.
You might know this kind of situation where you don’t know what to do or say anymore to this world, cause it seems as if it will spin forever without awakening. And you feel apart (illusion, my friend!)
I know the awakening is coming. I feel it. But it has been a long long time since I’ve been waiting for people to kind of become my kind of people… feeling lonely, finding very few soulmates. Such a blessing. Too rare for a living.
Here it is. I was exhausted yesterday by this kind of limbo and after trying to meditate, dance or do some Shivasana pose… I finally threw it on the screen.
It’s not supposed to be good.
It’s supposed to be the true reflection of that moment in my bodymindheart.
As always, anger, despair and dellusion are also paired with love, hope, faith.
Dual or non dual…
I felt much lighter after this cathartic moment.
And I could get some nice echoes through the social media - you know how we people tend to show up with our best wisest words, or the most drama stories…
I did not choose which way to go, I just opened my mouth. It seems as if others were feeling the same.
Do you feel the same? For which part of it?
Love, love, love, old souls, new souls, forever souls, interconnected souls,
PS: I’d like to record the newt episod of Life creative process around “what to show.tell” and about commitment as an artist/artist of life. You know, the edges and boundaries to find our place and show up without putting us in danger… would you be interested in?
PS2: are you 42 like me? :)