There were times, like this morning, although it may have begun last evening; when it simply felt that the room inside was filled to capacity. That she would, at some unannounced moment, have an implosion of magnitude proportions, but no one would see.
And she would feel it.
Experience tells her; breathe, breathe, breathe.
Not fast, she tells herself.
Slow, slow, and slow. In through the nostrils out through the mouth. Now alternate, she would think. Nose, nose, nose, mouth, nose, mouth.
Oh brilliant!, she thought. Timeless ancient breathing.
A natural phenomenal response for resting in the now
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- Lost this guy today, Fiona. He was 13. (We thought he was a girl when we got him with his brother. The name stuck). He had such a tough year. His brother slept next to him all day. I had chanting music on. I held him on and off all day. Finally, around 6:30, I picked him up, swaying back and forth like a baby. I said, "It's okay Fiona, you can go. He was gone in about 15 minutes. It's such a powerful thing to witness. Such an honor. His brother Dot is sitting on my lap. Coopers' sound asleep. My 18 year old calico,Tara, quietly snoozing. Silence is good.🐾🐾💜💜Priestess~ #workyourlightoracle #rebeccacampbellWater speaking.Liminal space(s)
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