Eye stretches. Disco dancing with the muscles in my eyes. Geometric triangle flashes. Stretching the eye muscles. Eyes and jaw connecting. My jaw dislocated today for the first time in a long time. I gave myself a skull massage last night when I couldn’t sleep. My partner laughed, “A skull massage? Is that what we’re calling it these days?”
I could feel the plates of my skull like tectonic plates under the Earth’s crust.
My eyes are soothed – they were happy to look up to the right and down to the left. An acupuncturist I saw said a man goes to her with hearing aids and after the fourth or fifth time he could turn them to his lowest setting and hear her. Maybe Kristina’s eye exercises are healing our eyes – will we still need glasses after a few eye wellness retreats?
Will our worldview change? Hmm… I’m not liking my writing right now. I feel like I’m reaching – trying to sound good or make someone feel good instead of allowing my authentic voice to flow.
I’ve been attempting to intentionally connect with beings from other realms – maybe that’s dragons or angels – river mermaids or all of the above. The Sun has been so amazing these past few days. I make sure to get up and soak up that Vitamin D – my bum feels the best jiggling as I walk in the sun. Must be the black pants and the aspect ratio of my juicy bum to the sun. Ha. Sun bum.
Okay – I’m kind of tired. Our seventeen year old nephew said he’s leaving at March break to go back to Poopert (slang for the shitty port town of Prince Rupert). It makes me think of what I can and can’t control – when I see more for someone but don’t see them put the effort in for themselves it makes me mad. I know this must be one of my shadows I need to work through. I guess I judge myself for not doing enough and then judge others as well.
where rivers are born 