Root To Rose

In salt and sand.

3 weeks in Portugal, Baleal. Surf, Yoga, Love, Salty skin and crispy hair. ∇∇∇ ∇∇∇ ∇∇∇ ∇∇∇ “Life is not about giving you what you want It is about giving life what it needs”

Thank you to all people that came on the ” I AM day”, that we had this Wednesday. We created magic energy together in the studio. From now on I will ha classes at Mamita. Every Wednesday at 19.00- Organic flow for all levels. For mor info visit my “schedule”. And also I will be…

No woman. No man.

§ No winning. No lose. No money. No shoes. No up and No down. No heads. No crown. And the days when a doubt I go out and i shout and I shake it, shake it all of me. No water. No air. No Fear. No dare. No limits. No time. No ego. No crime….

Human

♣ Are we afraid of being human? Everybody smell expensive perfume and walking with no changing face Were is the feeling for human space Why are we hiding between shoes, coats and bones Why are we not smelling our own pheromones The moment of a feeling has past ever so transparent at last crying and…

Sunday.

… Rising, shining flower Rich beauty without a dollar Taking in what humanity with love feels Passing it forward and making honest meals Today I believe in kindness and being known But who know about tomorrow everything can in a second be gone I can’t manifest more then the now Because time can’t promise you…

The grey zone

Its been a long time sense I wrote something on my blog. I been crawling into my cave again. Damn it! Putting up a shell around me and noting of my purest is coming out. I thought I worked so much with my self that I would recognize this behavior of mine. But no, its…

Keep on climbing.

There is a book about Dalai Lama called “The art of happiness”. In this book he claim that happiness and love is our root of mind. Our natural state of mind. So why is it so hard? Why are we experts in creating problems? Why is it so hard to love yourself? And if it…

But still…

The sun is bigger than the earth. But still there are people with cold hearts. There are so much love in circle of life. But still there are people never felt loved. There are so many hands to hold. Still there are some never been holden. The humans were created from the same roots. But…

Beyond.

∴ I didn’t know what I was looking for. I didn’t have a coloring word for it. I didn’t have a clue what the feeling for it might be. The teasing in just knowing there was something, was chewing at me inside. I was building a concept. The concept and profile of being the human…

Without.

Suddenly worth or opinion didn’t matter. The shape or the meaning of it. I just observed and saw the ground of it all. The striped of, naked simplicity. I put now words into it. No rating. No color. It is what it is. Just a tingling nerve, creating a new way. The unread page.

Love to my belly.

Last days has been an adventure. My focus this week was my stomach. Deep belly breathing. Also I have been using this trigger balls that you can put on different places on the stomach. Lean on the floor and let them melt into you. So much tension that releases!! So much new, different feelings that arrives….