Had a wonderful day with my honey. We went to the lake to paddleboard around the coves a little, had a nap and ate (of course) the best Mexican food around.

Took me back to the Summer Solstice retreat from a month ago in the woods of South Carolina. We attended a breath workshop. Amazing and exciting feat. Getting high on your own breath was elating.

A group of us was led through a very rigorous breath practice and then... I was meditating. I did not follow the instructions to the end. Don't remember any of them. I was overcome by gratefulness. There was a lot of energy in my hands before the feeling came. I put them on my belly and my thighs and asked for healing. Then the feeling of gratefulness hit me like a train. Overwhelming! Big. Full. Complete! I was grateful for my body, for my good life, for my health, for all the people in my life. I mean, I am grateful for that all day, every day, but this was the ONLY thing I was feeling right then and there. I felt loved, taken care of, protected, safe, loved (did I say that already?).

Then I started seeing my usual purple color in front of me but this time it was arc shaped and changing super fast with a bright yellow-green color. I got dizzy and tried to slow the arcs' movement but it got worse so I gave in and left it flowing for a bit. I flowed my hands up with palms turned up to let the energy out and up. Then my purple took my whole field of sight and senses. I asked for all in the room to be healed. I asked to float out and heal everyone in the grounds around the room we were all in.

Then an angel showed up in the middle of the purple. Crystal clear, white, bright light. There was so much blinding light. So beautiful. I started crying and saying: "Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!". Wonderful!

Then I realized, that angel was I.

Got scared. Humble. Happy. Unnerved.

It took all of us hours to come back. I know that after an experience like that, you need to ground yourself. I ate sweets. Drank black tea. Had a lot of water. Walked on the ground with my naked feet. Talked with everyone around. Sat and ate a big plate of cheese, crackers and salad. Nothing helped. I was high when I was falling asleep that night.

Took me two weeks of analysis and talking about this, and still now, feel the need to express it all in writing. For posterity...

My conclusion: I am given this body and this life to connect and be with people and help people and Earth. Yes, I can heal by flying around (my most favorite thing to do in my dreams) but I need to be firmly stepping here and now. I need to remind myself to root, ground and be present.

I am just going to say it: This is not easy.

Till the next time ;)