I’m not one to be led by my heart. Always with my head. The heart can get you in trouble. But what about being led by your soul? That was s new one for me. A confounding one at that. #rumi is so right. When you do things from your soul, your life changes. I felt that river. And I got to briefly enjoy every moment of it. #mysoulwastouched @wiser_thn_most
It’s easy to be busy...to fill voids in life with doing ‘stuff’. But that’s because a lot of us are uncomfortable with our own feelings and emotions; we want to turn away from them rather than embrace and listen to them.
Today I am feeling reflective and grateful...about seven years ago I couldn’t walk to the end of my street. I injured my back and I had to give up everything I loved doing overnight. It was at this time I really turned to Yoga. Tomorrow I am performing in a live dance show. After barely being able to walk I can finally dance again, I have come full circle. I am still in pain everyday but I have accepted this is how it is and that it will never get 100% better. But despite that, how wonderful it is that I have managed to recover enough to properly dance again. And I owe a lot of that to my second love: Yoga.... So listen to those feelings, listen to your body...let yourself heal, recovery really is possible it just takes time. Who knows what your own future may bring...🙏💜💞 Thank you @risquettes for being part of my journey 😘
This is the field, beyond the ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing. It is where we stop identifying with the stories of the mind, with the sensations of the body. It is where we rest in conscious awareness - out beyond duality. #oneness#nonduality#rumi
Not sure what you do.. but I have a tendency to run so far away from pain. From anything that smells like it might hurt me. A dear uncle would say to me as a child (and until the day he died).... “Oh be tough Joy, be tough”—when I fell down a gravel hill or hammered my thumb instead of the nail.... or when my heart broke over something or someone.
All I wanted was a hug, some TLC... and for someone to make the pain go away. As if someone else could turn back time and prevent the accident, incident... or the heartbreak that felt as if it would shatter all that was left of me. But actually—it’s both really, we do need each other... for support... and to be reminded of who we are- especially when we have forgotten how strong we really are. We need to be consoled, supported, and loved on a bit... but then we need to learn how to endure and sink in to the pain that is the gift of knowledge and understanding— of expansion. Be it the bulging thumb that you just whacked because you missed your mark.. .or you found out that your heart still works even though you thought it was done for—those vulnerable, exposed, wretched moments—-the wounds that they create—are some of our most beautiful gifts in this life. They open us to parts of ourselves that we may have never known before ... our strengths, resilience, and self-compassion. They show us our limits, our boundaries, our truest self. And, it provides the space to let the light in. 📷 by @joy_okoye
Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.
Congratulations on the smoothly-full-of-spontaneous-energy launch, @adcmalaysia
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
This note was left by a cancer patient, who lost her battle against cancer after fighting it for 3 years. She won the first 2 battles but the cancer had returned for the 3rd and the last time. "Are you listening to me?!
Every day and night you cause me pain that I can't even explain to anyone. You and I are like in a relationship, in which you appear on my doorsteps everyday, knock on the door, enter through it, hurt me and then leave without saying a word. And here I am who can not gather the strength to shut the door at you, forever.
I beg of you, please leave me.
Why won't you leave me? I am not even sexy, for all you've left me with is a fragile body, with bones coming out of it. I feel like a child left without food and water, in the middle of a scorching desert. I can feel you spreading in my body because it is burning from the inside.
You even took the originality of my friends from me. I can sense it through their tones, all they have is sympathy for me. I can hear their loud voices in my head.
'Oh poor girl, may God bless you, they shout.'
I get mood swings every next moment. People call me aggressive, abnormal, annoying, but how do I explain it to them that it's all because of you.
Do I really deserve this? Answer me!
For God's sake, please leave my body alone, I am not your fan.
I quit this game.
She lost her life to cancer 6 months after leaving this note.
"A couple of days ago I was at my friend's house. The sun had set, it was dark and I had to return to my place.
I needed a ride back home, but neither did I or my friend had the Uber/Careem app so she asked her younger brother if he has the app and could summon a ride for me. So he called an Uber ride.
When the ride came, he went out and told the driver that the person who will be going with you is Family And You Will Only Follow The Route That She Tells You To!
But this wasn't it, when I got home, my friend texted me that he kept on following the ride through his app until I was home, safe and sound.
What a gentleman. If only we could have more people like him who would care for their sister's freind as they would do for their own family, this world would be a much better place to live in. Just a little sense of care and compassion, that is all we need."
The sender of this story has asked not to use her identity or picture.
"I don't just see people sitting in a room, I see stories on my left and right.
Some stories will come to an end soon and some will live long.
Some will attain all the success they ever wanted and make a fortune more than they ever imagined, and some will look back at their life, sitting in a chair, their hair turned all grey and bodies, fragile, and will find nothing but regret.
Some stories (in love) will become one while there will be many that will remain apart because they were never meant to be.
Some will lose themselves to depression, heart attacks, cancer and unexpected accidents, earlier then they imagine right now and some will live long enough to see their children and grandchildren grow.
No matter how short or long but all stories will eventually come to an end. Some will be remembered and many will be forgotten in time._ qc.