I want to share my insight of today. While Aaron was talking I became aware of my the pattern I carry/ied around being accepted for my spiritual gifts and my 'ideologies' or 'life perspectives'. Since I was a child my gifts were seen as a threat to my parents and my family in general me and later on I was part of friends' circles were my perspectives and values were rejected, seen as crazy and I was often ostracized and categorized as being naive and stupid. This hurt me a lot in the past! I used the meditation to clear out this pattern and feel the pain connected to it. I realized that I diluted a part of me to protect myself and to 'try to fit in' and I have another part who kept showing up in my interactions authentically as myself in spite of being aware of the painful consequences of choosing to do so. I realized that this is not my reality anymore and I don't have to be alone or with people who don't appreciate me as an alternative to it. I released the old beliefs and some tears alongside with it. I also feel so proud of me for not having giving up on my values or on what it is true to me in my heart. I am grateful for that!! ❤️✨ I am also grateful that the world is transforming and because of it we are collectively moving towards something more similar to my values and world's vision. 🌈 Thank you Aaron for this workshop. 😊🌸 I received through synchronicity the hint to join and it is obvious why.

There is a sweetness woven into Litha that cannot be understood by the mind. It lives in skin warmed by the sun, in bare feet touching the earth, in the fragrance of flowers opening beneath the longest day of the year. This is the season when life does not hide. Roses unfold without hesitation. Fields sway in a slow, sensual rhythm. The very air feels fuller, richer, as if everything alive is breathing its essence into the world. Litha reminds us that we are part of the body of nature. Not separate from her abundance, but born from the same stream of life that ripens fruit, opens blossoms, and carries nectar through flowers. The sensuality of this season is not merely physical; it is the sacred pleasure of being fully alive. It is feeling the warmth of the sun upon your skin and realizing that this is a caress from life itself. It is tasting a ripe strawberry and recognizing the generosity of the Earth. It is listening to the hum of bees and hearing within it the gentle song of creation. Nothing needs to be achieved. Nothing needs to be proven. There is only experience. The light lingers longer upon the landscape, as though it does not yet wish to leave. It strokes the leaves, kisses the surface of the water, and wraps the evening in a golden glow. Within that tenderness, something ancient awakens within us. A remembrance that joy is sacred. That beauty is a form of wisdom. That delight is not a distraction from the spiritual path, but an essential part of it. The old stories spoke of sacred unions during this time of year. Not only between lovers, but between heaven and earth, between soul and body, between the visible and the invisible. The sun embraces the Earth, and the Earth responds with an explosion of life. Everything is connected. Everything touches everything else. The flowers touch the bees. The wind touches the grain. The sea touches the shore. The light touches our skin. And somewhere within that endless dance, we remember that we too are meant to be touched by life.