Breathing Circle on Writing!!!!

This Sunday at Tilo Medical & Acupuncture:


A Circle of Pranayama Breathing and Writing

In this 1st Quarter Moon Cycle we will gather to meditate with breath, the life force of pure love that opens our hearts and moves our energy to Create! Yes, create in your stories, poems, letters. A moment of bliss as you connect to your intrinsic nature of creative flow.

No previous experience necessary just a desire to breathe and create.

Where: 2001 S. Barrington Avenue, Suite 116
Los Angeles, CA 90025
Time : 4pm

Price: $25 or sign up for a series ($20)

Lead by Jackie Chroniss (Published poet and writer)
RSVP to 310.339.2596 or send an email to jackiechroniss@gmail.com

Insights During Meditations

I have been practicing more and more ofter meditation as a way to connect deeper with insight and learning this new language. I feel it as something very subtle that has a calm tone, and it is there right the center, in the middle of the heart or somewhere in between.

Stay present it says!

Right now the city of LA is being bathed, soaked in currents of rain. This is good, it is a shift like a cleansing that can carry away everything that we have been so ardously working to release. It is fresh, purposeful, nurturing and transparent. Those are the things that came into mind as I stare out the window and watch between the branches the downpour, focus back on the leaves of the ficus tree how many of them hold on the tiny drops of seedlings until they slide away into the Earth.

Talk to the gardeners and tell their story!

Yes, of course, who else but the gardeners to tell their story. I remember renting a tiny lot up by Santa Monica airport and starting to learn about how to grow things and walk down the pathway witnessing all the different lot with their variety of crops. It made wonder how many different stories there were waiting to be told. So this will be part of my next writing, to go out there and learn from these interviews that I make with the gardeners.

and then it was silent as I layed there, wondering if I would forget about the insight, if they slip aways and I would on to the next thing. What is love? Love is an action, so I moved forward and came to write believing anything is possible as long as I align myself with this incredible force that moves in this planet. We can feel it. If you look out your window, or even just close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath into your heart as you exhale slowly there will be presence, that same force, energy moving through your body.

Haiti

Gazing over the rubble of your singing city
there among all resting bodies
lays your struggle,
and the dance to rise as the towers fell
so bright I see you
so strong and dark like the night.

There among the passing days
are the women who search and pray
There our mother standing by with
white silks bands,
around her waist,
she does not settle until the eyes meet
and the arms greet the frightened child.

There in the West Indies
among great valleys and plains
the Earth has shaken
under its skin
the wound burst over your roads.

There among the passages of time
solidarity to lift your walls
solidarity to feed the hunger
solidarity to weave the threads

so this rope that pulls in my center
can speak to you as I feel
no so far from my country
not so far from your song and dance
with open heart all my light
over your city.

Water

My concerns over water grow as I dive into a project with a friend in the last couple of weeks and uncovering the percentages over abuse and contamination over our precious element of water. I´ve been drawn toward her more and more lately. The connection is strong as I bathe , swim, drink it...survive because of her. It nurtures the Earth and this planet we live in so it then can bear fruit and nourish even more on what we eat, what is grown in our garden. Water is the carrier of the essence of life. As it nurtures the Earth it is the same for us considering that we are 70% of water in our bodies.

How far back do we go. The womb, the bearer of this sea of consciousness in which life became possible. Becoming those containers of life force to interact with it not only in our bodies but everything we come in to contact. The mist traveling in the late hours of the night. The rain as teardrops over us at early dawn, cleansing, clearing. Teardrops filled with emotions that are moving through. That is the feeling that is coming to mind. Navigating within our own bodies as we travel in any space such as our mind, body or Earth but I feel it coming strongly into my womb, the second chackra. I am declaring the longing to clear my second chackra, to have it filled with clear, transparent water. Fluidity rising to my heart.

I was thinking of scarcity of water such as countries now experience in different parts of the world and as I open my facet, each time I become more and more conscious of every drop that is available for me, how abundant it is now at the house, all around here.

I remember when I was a little girl living in Costa Rica and we were 4 kids living in the same household and my grandmother would give each one of us a bucket full of water to bathe in and it was in our eyes plenty! She would collect buckets of water during rainfalls and there was a container in the backyard for those days when the city agencies would shut the water down for an entire day. She also had a "pila", a cement sink where we would wash our clothes and dishes and right next to it was a small basin where she would collect water. There was plenty but it was scarce in the city at least that was the feeling we had as we were growing up.

and now here we are later, twenty something years later and the scarcity is becoming more and more evident even in Los Angeles, the city of great abundance, so much abundance that it becomes deceiving how in other countries the lakes are drying, mud cracks on the dying desert, the Earth is longing desperately for its mist and rain to open up the avenues of rivers and creeks that feed the femenine flow among our cities.

Messages in the sky

I grew from gratitude and from expanding my heart,
the sky spread and met with my eye
it softened its gaze as the clouds moistened the air
and here they are those messages in the sky
soft, fluffy, like cotton candy from the carnival.

There they were far in the east
as I skated my way in to dawn
icebergs at the tips of my fingers
and humming the warm breath
into my hands,

Those clouds are sending messages
and i just make out a few letters
here and there
like a language I knew
but I hardly remember any more,

so I skated rapidly with all at hand,
as the muscles heated up
and the view cruised at
the sides of the road
and the wink of the homeless guy
on the bench,

as he threw a smile
and said without words:
you got it babe
you got it babe
its all a maze
and you´re in it,
we´re skating right into it.

Cirrus Sky

In the spread of your angel wings
the sky has embodied each flight
across each gaze,
of all the ones below you
with flights from east to west,

and what is there I asked
so true to each step taken
as your essence dissipates
among us in the rain flow
over all lands,

as you travel across the skies
with veils of white droplets
who blend above the crowds
who with their drumming
play and dance to celebrate
your flight across the sky,

As the heartbeat of a nation
so longing to be embraced by you
they dance and celebrate as the
sun circles across the horizon
as the witness of rhythm and song

and all dances pound among the sand
to reach as waves of sound
to your rainbow color
that slowly dissipate to another time.