Anchorage

There is magic somewhere between when dusk meets dawn. When the blanketed heat of an immense summer day is lifted. Slightly at first, one corner peeling upwards, followed by the slow lift of the entire body of heat. A time when our own bodies restore and rejuvenate as our minds rest. When ideas, answers and curiosities gently rise to the surface of our consciousness, to sit before our eyes. When dawn comes and we wake.

As of late I have felt peace in the waking moments before the first light of dawn. This slow and calm awakening anchors me for the day. In fact this early rising is one mere anchor that reminds me of myself. My grounding here on this earth, at present. I yearn to ease myself into the day, to meditate as the dawn awakens. Meditation is an anchor, for I carry the stillness of this practice through every day. Returning to the breath, to the energy centre within. Yoga, music, reading, these very words I write are anchors in my life. As the natural force of gravity descends upon our physical bodies, these anchors of choice descend upon our spiritual bodies.

We are more than we appear to each other.

Through enjoyable and aligned anchors I hope to radiate an even brighter energy. To increase the glow of my aura in the best way possible. I cannot fathom completely the importance of anchors in life at the present moment. This year is a divine year where energies will be rattled, and clarity will break, in fact is already breaking through everything that is past. I have felt this immense shift, beginning to move at the tail end of last year. Not only is my subjective outer perception clearer, but I am so much clearer within. And still. Settled. Strong.

Born from the act of creation, every single human being alive in this world today has the potential to create. To put forward a true part of yourself, an anchor. Something that reminds you of your sincere and aligned self. As an anchor is grounding it also reflects outwards. We each carry with us our bodies, serving both as a vessel and a mirror. Everything that goes within us will inevitably reflect from us. This is why I have with me my anchors, and they do anything but hold me down. They hold me together and act as a reminder of my alignment in and of this world.

Our souls are anchorage.

Holding us together.

As one, and as a whole.

Loretta xo

Soul and Service

To the left she is sitting, before me she is flat on the earth, breathing. The view through the tall windows ahead reveal the sculptured arms of trees dressed in green. The view of nature
for what seems like an eternity. To the left she is propped up by pillows, to the right she is comforted by blankets, merely resting within the very confines of air and space we all are. All present for similar reason.

When I imagine the soul I see a ball of light like the sun, so bright and ever present. Sometimes it can fit in the palm of my hand, and sometimes I can't fathom its immensity. Each one of us has a soul shining through our physical form. Glowing through our individual personalities. Reaching towards its peak of strength when we are our true selves.

Stripped back of our physical bodies, our minds and our hearts, the soul is universal.

What interests me most is the connection between the soul and our purpose in life. We are all unique in our personalities and our genetic makeup, as we are all different in the way we are of service to others. Once we have found the way a small pocket of the world lights up with love. This is how I see it and understand humanity's central role in life.

Surrounded by others, in white and at peace, I am at peace. The aura of each person expanding through the lightness and purity of white. The ease and the sheer openness, attracting everything in and holding onto only what is in alignment with each of our souls.

I hold and carry with me this bright aura of ease. Take the light and pure feeling with me, able to tap into the energy when circumstance calls for it. Strip myself of physical form, thoughts I am attached to, malleable traits that bend to fit my surroundings. To merely let the soul see and take the reigns for a short moment.

It's always within.

On a grey morning the sun is still awake, the personality of the day has just chosen to ride with a darker emotion. Grumbling, lighting up the sky and bawling wells of tears. The sun is still shining as one's soul will continue to shine.

Through everything.

Before everyone.

Loretta xo