You ARE a yoga instructor, you have shown me so in the classes I have attended. You are the Jeannie of today with memories, when embraced and restructured remind you of the journey to the present, however beautifully dark some are. The confidant, exploring, artistic, compassionate human that led me through a flow yesterday. ❤️
Thank you for sharing the transformation of the young caterpillar shedding its chrysalis to transform itself into the full flight beautiful dancing butterfly that you have become.
Through your story, you have re-minded me, and all of your subscribers, that the MAGNIFICENT MIRACLES OF TRANSFOMATION live in the cocoon of our lovingly forgiving hearts, not our fear filled minds.
With faith and trust, the same warrior like courage with which you faced the darkness of shadow memories, you will choreograph your aerial dance to soar to heavenly heights.
Thanks Duke. Your last line saying "Welcome home ninth grader" reminds me that even though this memory could potentially seem trivial on the surface, it was devastating for me at the time as young teenager. Sure, I might have darker more difficult memories later on in life, but I didn't realize how much that one still had a grip on me from all those years ago. Thank you for your loving, inspired words about transformation. <3
You've reminded me of one of my favorite songs. In "Under the Ivy", Kate Bush recalls the memory and feelings of being a child and escaping from people and hoping her special friend meets her in a hidden place in the garden:
Thank you for sharing this, Mike! I hadn't dabbled in more Kate Bush since her big resurgence with Stranger Things and Running Up That Hill. This is another beautiful song of hers. Thanks again for sharing the connection.
You ARE a yoga instructor, you have shown me so in the classes I have attended. You are the Jeannie of today with memories, when embraced and restructured remind you of the journey to the present, however beautifully dark some are. The confidant, exploring, artistic, compassionate human that led me through a flow yesterday. ❤️
Thank you for flowing with me through all the seasons of life, Lana! I'm so glad you have started enjoying the joys and benefits of yoga too.
Dear beautiful Butterfly,
Thank you for sharing the transformation of the young caterpillar shedding its chrysalis to transform itself into the full flight beautiful dancing butterfly that you have become.
Through your story, you have re-minded me, and all of your subscribers, that the MAGNIFICENT MIRACLES OF TRANSFOMATION live in the cocoon of our lovingly forgiving hearts, not our fear filled minds.
With faith and trust, the same warrior like courage with which you faced the darkness of shadow memories, you will choreograph your aerial dance to soar to heavenly heights.
Welcome home ninth grader,
Duke
Thanks Duke. Your last line saying "Welcome home ninth grader" reminds me that even though this memory could potentially seem trivial on the surface, it was devastating for me at the time as young teenager. Sure, I might have darker more difficult memories later on in life, but I didn't realize how much that one still had a grip on me from all those years ago. Thank you for your loving, inspired words about transformation. <3
“if I’m trying to prove something, it’s probably not true” wow, I love this. And “I am present for the process.” Yes!! 💓
Woo! <3 Praise hands! : )
A charming and touching memory, Jeannie.
You've reminded me of one of my favorite songs. In "Under the Ivy", Kate Bush recalls the memory and feelings of being a child and escaping from people and hoping her special friend meets her in a hidden place in the garden:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvKNzyO4wk0
Thank you for sharing this, Mike! I hadn't dabbled in more Kate Bush since her big resurgence with Stranger Things and Running Up That Hill. This is another beautiful song of hers. Thanks again for sharing the connection.