DAY 27 of 28 | Who is still with me!? 🖤✨
Over the last 27 days, I’ve been quietly experimenting. One practice in the morning on my couch or mat. One short one in the afternoon on my mat. One at night in my bed. And much has shifted but something fascinating... My dreams have become more vivid, textured, and alive. After years of practicing with structure, I’ve developed the capacity to self-guide. That capacity was built through dicipline and devotion. When I let the practice unfold from the inside rather than follow a script. A few nights ago, I sat for what felt like fifteen minutes in the liminal space petting my cat, Biggie, who passed away. It was probably closer to two. But time didn’t matter. I could feel the texture of his fur, freshly trimmed from the groomers. I could see his little pom-pom tail. Feel his weight. The warmth. I hold both joy and loss as I share this. It was so special be beyond the veil. In another session, I had the lucid awareness of a dragon gently extracting the pain from my heart. Strange? Yes. Symbolic? Absolutely. Healing? Without question. These experiences live somewhere between imagination and memory. Between conscious and unconscious. Between worlds. And I want to be clear. I’m not speaking about this in a mystical, untethered way. I’m speaking about the nervous system. The dreamscape is one of the places the psyche metabolizes what the waking mind cannot. When we practice regularly, especially in the morning and at night, we begin to build a bridge into that liminal space. Lucid. Soft. Receptive. It can feel like a vacation. Like stepping into another realm where repair happens quietly. Where the heart gets tended to without force. This last month, as I’ve been repairing my own heart, this devotion to the practice has been supporting me in ways I didn’t anticipate. There is something powerful about unlocking the dream body. About befriending the space between wakefulness and sleep. If you are feeling called to deepen your practice and go beyond... this is the season.