This morning Ive found myself in need of my own words. A reminder of my power and purpose. Though creation serves as a great tool for my individual healing and balance, I know my words and work arent only for me, theyre for us all. This is a body of light, blossomed and shed for you. Ashe. https://youtube/watch?v=RKYjf1uB7OQ It’s time. It’s time to awaken. It’s time stir. It’s time to emerge. Abandon the solitude that only keeps company with fear. Moments spent in silent victory must NOW be bathed in light. May these be stories of healing. // It’s time to let go. Time to surrender complacency and mediocrity. When we are what we think, trace not a mere silhouette of your existence. Paint your colors majestically and give the hues permission to run the lines. May these be stories of healing. // It’s time to restore equilibrium. Time to choose the intentional integration of all parts of ourselves. Because balance is not static, linear or always symmetrical. Balance is the rhythmically period shifting of weight, focus, posture, perspective. Balance is jazz, hip hop, rhythm and blues, folk, classical, reggae, samba, salsa, rara, guaguanco, rumba, lamban, the clave, the key that holds it all together. These are stories of healing. May they be echoed and reflected. This is The Art of Balance. -Kala and The Lost Tribe
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 17:08:20 +0000
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