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Enjoy “Present”! A poem by Ingrid, Soultype 3. Listening to the quiet inner peace, present and, feeling the waves of serenity, inside…
I look at myself as three candles—
one candle for the physical part of me, one for the spiritual part of me, and one for my soul. What I want is for all three to shine their light at the same time. But, in many ways, it’s easy to blow out one of them…
Words are difficult to find when I try to describe what it has really been like for us, and how we feel now—after coming together EVERY Tuesday for 13 ½ minutes for a full year to support humanity’s nine Soultypes by doing the Spiritual Postures! Truly, this past year is something we should honor and celebrate, and I can only guess what it means for our world. For me, it is a promise of expansion.
I have completed a journey, and I have started a new one. Yesterday I got to breathe together with Leean (Soultype 9), and it was like an adventure fairytale. Her breath is healing, she gives her breath to herself, to us in New Equations, and to humanity. . .
The beauty of meeting another soul
Seeing and hearing about their life
About their world
Is so wonderful
Is so magical
It is something we don’t do enough
Giving each other both time and space to just be
And show who we are
I could never have imagined that my living room would turn into a soul-expanding ‘training camp’, but this is exactly what happened. I grabbed my chance: the lockdown would become my opportunity to look deep.
There is so much to discover
Deeper love, and brighter light
Paths are opening, movement begins
Like starlight in the magical night
There will come a new insight
Love is the answer
Love in every person
The soul has no boundaries
There is love
When the depths of your innermost being
knows closeness to another
in quiet relationship and
I am a body made from water, and calm and chaos live in every sea. Tides of existence sway between my lungs, a shifting expanse rippling with the beat from my heart. At times the waters are still as glass, reflecting light received . . .