Sounds of My Soul
Seasons. Reasons. All the feels. Swimming in new waters & riding the waves of BE-ing.
Sitting as the observer. Soothing breath. Responding. Interacting, bobbing, weaving and veering from RE-acting. An art. A discipline. A calling. A challenge. A heart space, a body space, a listening space and a mind space… romping and ideally following along in the fourth slot. Can I remain open? Lead from the deepths of my heart? Return again and again? Expand my capacity?
In times of heavy energies and big emotions passing through... I feel grateful for those moments of ease, of spunky, of feisty, of silly, of light heartedness, of softness and for the giggles, for unbridled joy and playfulness. For the amendment to the weight.
AND I continue to honor, cherish and accept my tenderness. I understand her (now). I hold her softly. Bowing to her authority and authenticity. I chose not to live without her. She coupled and in sisterhood with my strength is my super power.
AND I am indebted and incredibly grateful for all the tools, support and special gems that I have gathered throughout this crazy, unfettered ride: to self regulate, to explore and to continue to learn from. This human was created to experience the complexities of humanity, of being human, of being perfectly imperfect, to ramble in each shade of the rainbow. This heart was born to experience. To sit and to move through. To remain open and to reopen when the valve retracts in uncertainty.
An applied steadfastness to move gently when called and to dance like a wild, explosive, engulfed, power-filled Kali Ma to release, to transform, to let go, to feel the potency and pulse of being fully alive and with what is.
Sound carries me. It is there for me to lean into, to be held, to dance with, to sit with, to reveal, to guide, to plug me in, to charge my spirit, to penetrate my existence. It carries me. It holds me. It captivates me. It dances in my cells. Intertwines with my DNA. It reminds me of the mystery, the mysticism, the magic, the pulse of Shakti breathing us all. It is my place of solace.
It sets me right. Fills me. Expands the vastness of my heart linking the very pulse as ONE. It is the knowing within the unknown. It is what fuels my soul. It is in sound that which feeds me - filling and refilling my spirit - connection to source.
I sit with my incredible instruments and explore, investigate, play, follow, receive, listen and breathe. I sit, saying hello to an old friend and meeting for the first time.
Whether or not it is journeying with my sound tools, humming, chanting mantra, singing, listening to my favorite playlists or receiving nature's soundscapes - it IS sound that fuels me, feeds me, supports me, transports me as I ride the waves of this precious, peculiar and unexpected human life✨~Kristi Lee
Poet, Srī Kabīrdās: “The flute of the infinite is played without ending, and its sound is love. When love renounces all boundaries it arrives at the truth.” ~Kristi Lee
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