From the depths of the silent night , at the cool universal basin … there , she resides with open arms as wide as three thousand moons

Her whispers dance past the cascading opaline mountains , beyond the grace filled waters towards a haven of stardust

Blankets woven from eternity

Silvery strands of feathery threads spawn lovingly from her head, embracing the tissues within . They enter through skin , and the morphing begins

The fall is one of the most breathtaking of falls I’ve ever experienced . It is endless and so so languid . I did not know the meaning of continuity until now . She is feeding me pure yin , and building reserves . The words are a little hard to find to describe the experience with her because she feels solely like nourishing space.

A soft spaciousness in between the brows has emerged , an almost watery resilience. Less inclination in the doing, as all i can do is be.

Gathering the pieces back together from states of disregulation accompanied by a buzzing sensation… due to trauma, grief, overwhelm, and hyperactivity. Mildly sedative , it can be soothing as an evening extract , for those sensitive to it. I have spent time with her in the mornings as well, as she has assisting me in slowing down…bringing greater awareness of moving through my day from the vastness created in the back body, A harmonizer for both the central and autonomic nervous system , and a gift to those who’s systems are ready to receive her.