I’m present to the softness of your voice and the sound of the planes. I’m present to the words you speak, first as concept and metaphor which I follow closely and gauge the taste of in my own heart. But what I’m most present to, is what feels like courage and vulnerability and faith. That you will be heard and understand. And respected. And in that moment of witnessing you, my heart feels more courageous too. Reminded that it’s okay to feel and to express. To be more open and real. And to know that this is the medicine, the healing and the teaching. That this is what connects us all and feels like the golden elixir of honey at the core ♥️
Thank you, Shiloh for this tender heart share here, and the authenticity of the airplane flying above you. It felt like I was sitting there with you as I listened.
I had not heard this word before, but what a magical idea that the alchemy of titration is the concentration of substance in solution. What comes to my mind are things that have hurt me, but stay in a state of concentration until the solution is activated. Which seems to occur in a multitude of revelations that ready’s me to experience the solution at work. And then a new idea rises up to my more immediate awareness that is often a poignant relief, followed by a soft acceptance. This is happening a lot lately.
I used to be afraid of grief. I feared if I allowed it to be I wouldn’t find my way back. Th pandemic shut down actually helped me with this. I learned how to let my whole self be with it, and let my body recover for however it needed to. What used to take a few shut down days, now happens within a few minutes. Because it is a welcome friend, it comes to visit whenever it needs to. Sometimes 2 or 3 times in day, and sometimes not for weeks.
I love the idea of turning shit into gold. It causes me to laugh! But it is a most precious idea that grief is love with no place to land. I am so grateful that I know how to let it land with me, and how to love it back. I am also grateful for what I learn from intentional creativity and how to heal bringing such things to my painting.
Your words and tears have fallen into the well of my heart, where they are heard, understood, held safely and ready to be titrated back into the quantum field at such time as you would want them to be. i hope you are able to rest well having given the canvas what you can.
Love this post, love you, dear. I wish I could sit with you. I’m holding you from the far. And providing a soft place for your heart to land from a far witnessing you sending blessings on your painting time today.😘😘😘
Thank you Shiloh for being such am amazing, loving, visionary, creative, mystic woman. I honor you. I love you. I thank you for being all heart and soul. I love listening to your voice, your heart that flows through your voice, and to all your wisdom you share and guide so many with. Thank you. I love that I can be a part of your community at least virtually. I look forward to the day I can see you in person again at your beautiful ranch. Much love, Katherine
I’m sitting with you as you speak. Your tears are mine too xx I witness you from afar… but still we share the space. It is in the witnessing, and in being witnessed that change is inevitable. The physicality is comforting but not always possible. But there are so many holding you in the sacred container of the field xxx sending love across the thread ❤️
Sitting with you in the Quantum space. Sending so much love. Grateful for you, the land and space you tend, and the many messages in this heartfelt share.
I’m present to the softness of your voice and the sound of the planes. I’m present to the words you speak, first as concept and metaphor which I follow closely and gauge the taste of in my own heart. But what I’m most present to, is what feels like courage and vulnerability and faith. That you will be heard and understand. And respected. And in that moment of witnessing you, my heart feels more courageous too. Reminded that it’s okay to feel and to express. To be more open and real. And to know that this is the medicine, the healing and the teaching. That this is what connects us all and feels like the golden elixir of honey at the core ♥️
Thank you, Shiloh for this tender heart share here, and the authenticity of the airplane flying above you. It felt like I was sitting there with you as I listened.
I had not heard this word before, but what a magical idea that the alchemy of titration is the concentration of substance in solution. What comes to my mind are things that have hurt me, but stay in a state of concentration until the solution is activated. Which seems to occur in a multitude of revelations that ready’s me to experience the solution at work. And then a new idea rises up to my more immediate awareness that is often a poignant relief, followed by a soft acceptance. This is happening a lot lately.
I used to be afraid of grief. I feared if I allowed it to be I wouldn’t find my way back. Th pandemic shut down actually helped me with this. I learned how to let my whole self be with it, and let my body recover for however it needed to. What used to take a few shut down days, now happens within a few minutes. Because it is a welcome friend, it comes to visit whenever it needs to. Sometimes 2 or 3 times in day, and sometimes not for weeks.
I love the idea of turning shit into gold. It causes me to laugh! But it is a most precious idea that grief is love with no place to land. I am so grateful that I know how to let it land with me, and how to love it back. I am also grateful for what I learn from intentional creativity and how to heal bringing such things to my painting.
Your words and tears have fallen into the well of my heart, where they are heard, understood, held safely and ready to be titrated back into the quantum field at such time as you would want them to be. i hope you are able to rest well having given the canvas what you can.
Love this post, love you, dear. I wish I could sit with you. I’m holding you from the far. And providing a soft place for your heart to land from a far witnessing you sending blessings on your painting time today.😘😘😘
Holding you through the slow dance of grief.
Thank you Shiloh for being such am amazing, loving, visionary, creative, mystic woman. I honor you. I love you. I thank you for being all heart and soul. I love listening to your voice, your heart that flows through your voice, and to all your wisdom you share and guide so many with. Thank you. I love that I can be a part of your community at least virtually. I look forward to the day I can see you in person again at your beautiful ranch. Much love, Katherine
I wish I could sit with you dear Shiloh. I am lying here in my childhood home remembering as tears fall gently
I’m sitting with you as you speak. Your tears are mine too xx I witness you from afar… but still we share the space. It is in the witnessing, and in being witnessed that change is inevitable. The physicality is comforting but not always possible. But there are so many holding you in the sacred container of the field xxx sending love across the thread ❤️
I am heading to my healing rocking chair to hold you in my arms Sweet Sophia...dari from Minnesota
Sitting with you in the Quantum space. Sending so much love. Grateful for you, the land and space you tend, and the many messages in this heartfelt share.