Published on April 20, 2011
Last night, in my Yoga workshop, we ended class with a long guided meditation that walked us through the chakras. Spending time at each one–visioning the color–and being fully focused and aware.
I used to think the chakras were a bit woo woo. A bit not so believable. But then I read Caroline Myss‘s work, and I began to reconsider. I started to believe–in a cerebral sort of way.
Last night I felt a shift. I left the workshop feeling completely different than when I walked in.
And that’s how my life has been going.
Shift after shifts—
deep, deep process that leaves me grasping for words–
and a change of focus with each new day.
Painting is the one thing that grounds me.
It’s the one place that I can gather my bearings and start to settle in.