Funny thing, inspiration. Sometimes it creeps on you and sometimes it just lands squarely on your lap, without warning nor context. And you're left to run with it before really making sense of it.
One fine day in February, a friend of mine forwarded a post via Instagram. She did not explain it to me. I suppose, she trusted I would understand. We have this little thing between us, being kindred spirits not often blessed to actually touch.
The post was from @yogatips defining and expounding on what "Namaste"means: "The light within me honours/sees the light within you."
So much meaning for just one word. And, I realized, it was the perfect word to sum up my latest trip.
I met 4 individuals (Namaste series) whose light touched mine profoundly.
Skylight, Feathers and Healing
I first met ST a couple of years ago. When I walked into her room, I was filled with a tremendous sense of peace. Subdued light filtered through the skylight that gave me a peek of the clear blue sky outside. It was lined with feathers, a dream catcher and a rustic butterfly art - each piece simple, uncluttered and distinct. There was a quiet fire going as nature music played and some form of aromatherapy wafted through the air. It felt like a sanctuary ... with a massage table in the middle.
I would describe her as a modern-day sage or priestess. Her voice is soft, her spirit softer. She asks the same one question as my heart melts under her kind blue eyes, open and devoid of judgement. I come for a massage. But her greatest gift is the way she cradles my soul, making it whole again so that it can soar once more. Maybe that's what the feathers are for.
During this visit, I found myself finally able to filter through the clutter in my heart that had been weighing on me for months. She did not offer any solutions. Like a true sage, she merely unlocked what had been churning inside me and left me to figure it out.
"Sometimes all we need is to hear it out loud to know if it feels right in our heart."
One fine day in February, a friend of mine forwarded a post via Instagram. She did not explain it to me. I suppose, she trusted I would understand. We have this little thing between us, being kindred spirits not often blessed to actually touch.
The post was from @yogatips defining and expounding on what "Namaste"means: "The light within me honours/sees the light within you."
So much meaning for just one word. And, I realized, it was the perfect word to sum up my latest trip.
I met 4 individuals (Namaste series) whose light touched mine profoundly.
Skylight, Feathers and Healing
I first met ST a couple of years ago. When I walked into her room, I was filled with a tremendous sense of peace. Subdued light filtered through the skylight that gave me a peek of the clear blue sky outside. It was lined with feathers, a dream catcher and a rustic butterfly art - each piece simple, uncluttered and distinct. There was a quiet fire going as nature music played and some form of aromatherapy wafted through the air. It felt like a sanctuary ... with a massage table in the middle.
I would describe her as a modern-day sage or priestess. Her voice is soft, her spirit softer. She asks the same one question as my heart melts under her kind blue eyes, open and devoid of judgement. I come for a massage. But her greatest gift is the way she cradles my soul, making it whole again so that it can soar once more. Maybe that's what the feathers are for.
During this visit, I found myself finally able to filter through the clutter in my heart that had been weighing on me for months. She did not offer any solutions. Like a true sage, she merely unlocked what had been churning inside me and left me to figure it out.
"Sometimes all we need is to hear it out loud to know if it feels right in our heart."
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| Skylight image from internet |
