© Nicole Bratt 2015
I've just returned from a solo mini-retreat in the foothills of the Sierras. My daily meditation could extend as long as I wished to sit, lively birdsong and buzzing of hummingbird wings as my soundtrack. (I'd forgotten how loud hummingbirds can be!) My asana practiced beneath lush, fragrant wisteria, while my sweet, old dog wandered happily in the long grasses. I swung in the hammock for unknown amounts of luxurious time, doing "nothing". The air, the earth, the wind, the coyote howls, the Milky Way: I felt exquisitely altered on a cellular level. The whole day became my practice. This was an intentional space for solitude, a container for peace, a necessity for well-being. I went with the purpose of listening for my heart wisdom, which has felt drowned out lately by the din of my city's cacophony.
Good news: my heart song is still here. Quite clear (when I make the space to listen). I notice it sitting patiently in the still point at the bottom of every exhale. I've returned refreshed, creatively recharged, and excited to see YOU this summer!
Thank you for sharing this journey with me.
With love,
Nicole
Blog post title is a quote from Tony Fahkry