the warmer months, they have a smell, a feeling, a calm ::: Maybe it’s the sound of my pappous radio in the afternoon, after being kissed by the sun :: maybe it’s a few dog-eared pages of Just Kids by Patti Smith::: Maybe it’s sleeping in a single bed beside my sister, the kind of quiet that stretches until the kookaburras start singing (at 9pm) ::::: maybe it’s the way my memories cling harder when the light turns golden, because my fondest ones live here :::: maybe it’s how, for a little while , everyone stops. offices empty. emails wait. shops close. and somehow we all drift back toward eachother - to the long tables, to backyards, to the communal pause of summer::: so every scent and sound and quiet (or maybe loud) street corner carries a little film attached. and every year another roll added. here is another summer roll ::::::::::::
hearts soft :: souls wide open // orbiting into the divine ~ & honouring the living essence of shakti :
our first women’s ceremony ~ no words to describe just how special this night was as the offering goes way beyond this realm
cacao :: journaling :: sound healing & meditation :: sharing ~
connecting and in connection with each other and ourselves ~
💗((( @nadasoma.space ))) 💗
Blessings always ✨✨✨
