More rain

The sky is charged and a spotted gray that calls
an owl of the night moving through the skies
in her journey of awakening into our dreams

over the snow covered mountains
peaks of icycles

Soaring into the clouds
extending into the void
fearless

Eyes piercing through the veils
woman that dances by the shore
her call of desire as the fingers lift
curve into mist

Pleasure

opening the cycles
as the rain runs through
all obstacles

more rain coming
our way
clearing the long suffering.

Waking up to life!

What a title...I thought to myself but being that it is still dawn and partially night still, a few birds slowly singing to the rise of the sun, which is still in the backgroud, most of the day is covered with an overcast that promises some rain. I like it. I like the freshness and slight cold sneaking through the cracks of the house. The cars all pulling through the boulevard, now one has yet the energy to start the honking and speeding, that usually takes off around 9:30 or 9:45am.

The cycle of rushing, not having enough time, rushing where? Where is the race? Taking pauses is the greatest relief I can think of. Just knowing that everything that is suppose to happen will happen at exactly the moment it is suppose to happen. The issue is how do I stay still enough, how to create enough stillness so that the seduction that tells you otherwise does not overflow into your system and takes over so that you find yourself in that same place racing on the hamster wheel, over and over again.

Keeping momentum long enough so that a shift can occur through the crack that becomes available because it is never a given, it may open up in the oddest times and situations. As I start complaining about my hidden fears or worries, my roommate moves over to the window of my room and says: a homeless, come and look. We are so damm lucky, we could be out there pushing a cart, in the cold with no where to go, hungry perhaps. Yes, here I am in the comfort of my room, heated house and refining how I walk through the portals of life!

More on Love

Sometimes the distance between having full presence and walking like your above the ground is slightly off. An ethereal feeling, one of the patients at the clinic where I work said. Ethereal...maybe that is what happens when you are disconected. Floating and being dreamy like, easily shifty into emotions that don´t belong to you. So I look around, felt each person as they were finished with their sessions and always curious at how acupuncture affects each one. AFter all we are here to move energy, unplug emotions, unblock stuff that you´ve chosen to hold on to. Heal and soothe the muscles. Let the body flow again as the energy moves, circulating through your entire body.

Then they emerge (patients) from either room, with a feeling of release, enlightment and rest, yawning and wondering how they got there. For me it´s like witnessing full transformation, a current of love moving through each room and touching each one lightly to see if they might awaken. Some are extremely vulnerable, sensitive and other emerge talking even before they come to my desk. They stay there, they want to stay there.

Then there are others that long after they´ve left the clinic call in with the rising of clearance and tell that they don´t know what is wrong with them but that they feel ethereal and laugh as they try to describe the feeling.

This feeling of love or like a like to call it a current of love that travels every second through the city absorbs your heaviness, it sends waves of warm touch through different parts of your body, depending where you have manage to make an opening. I generally get waves of it around my ankles, on the left side of my body as if warm water is suddenly running through where I have managed to set aside the stones that keep it from flowing.

Love is more than a feeling my teacher told me once. Raised to believe it is something that rushes through your body, a surge of oxytocin that overflows from head to toe and then what...you are just driven by this feeling which is like taking a shortcut to the whole pleasure of being in love.

So love is moving with ease through life and extending your roots as you become grounded into what you are in your essence besides the different energies that have overtaken from the moment of birth. Once the manifestation of your mother and father has been released and you no longer carry out their dreams and unfinished business then the outpour of that first cry that took place as you were being born comes back to your body and you claim it, then all can take place as you intended before you came into life, before your conception.

more on this later....

Learning to let go....

The other night I came home a bit tired but full, complete, happy. My guest was sitting at the kitchen and had an I Ching book next to him. I thought to myself I have a couple of questions, could we ask it and see what happens. Sure enough, the first chapter was directly about what I am intending these days: Prosperity! How to walk in prosperity, how to further open the doors to the self-value that invites prosperity and abundance into life. The Universe is abundant, everywhere you look there is an abundane of richness, you grab a handful of dirt and it is beyond our eyes the richness that you hold there.
I have listened to the Louise Hay cd´s on affirmations and repeated it many times, you just keep inviting that feeling, that natural feeling of abundance I was born with. I began affirming that I was worthy, that I was ready to live in prosperity.
The I Ching said to use the awareness to cultivate the garden.
To separate and later unite.
Sobriety.
It is a time to make contacts.
when in abundance: limit, regulate, separate..
The prosperiing environment will give me the opportunity to organize.
Learning to work with others.
Inner Harmony.
Unite the instinct to cosmic forces...

I am still processing this mood, these new attitudes and through writing it seems essential to live in. Unite with the cosmic forces. There are certain words that just keep resonating over and over in my head as I clear and open space.
Complete liberation. To liberate the mind so there is space, so there is a deep grounding taking place.
Letting go of any attachments. Attachments are an illusion.

Circle of Breathing Meditaton at TILO!

Moving on to the month of February with a Breathing Meditation at Tilo Medical & Acupuncture

Come and join us in a morning meditation where we will explore and cleanse old stagnant energy that holds, pulls and prevents us from moving forward.

February is a Latin term februum, which means purification!

The Pranayama breath meditation is an ancient Hindu technique, an active breathwork that will move you into new avenue, new moods, new perceptions.
It can also be very relaxing as you connect to your own rhythm and energy!

Bring a yoga mat, comfortable clothes and a desire to breathe! No previous experience necessary.

Lead by Jackie Chroniss, certified breath facilitator by David Elliott

When: Every Wednesday at 7:30am
Where: Tilo Medical & Acupuncture
Price: $25 or 20 (for a series of 4 classes)
Address: 2001 S. Barrington Avenue #116
Los Angeles, CA 90025
RSVP: 310.339.2596

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.