Once
again, I am prompted to participate in a short meditation guided by
the lovely Leanda Michelle.
Feeling
somewhat defeated, depleted, heavyhearted, due to recent events, I
didn't sink into the relaxation as easily as usual, however once the
guided meditation commenced, I was fully there…
I
instantly find myself standing on a beautiful island, close to a
gently-rolling, brilliant-blue water's edge. It's a most glorious,
warm, clear, sunny afternoon and I welcome the massaging sand
underneath my feet. A ceremony seems to be happening. The air is
filled with the waft of delicious cuisine, which I now see is a
colorful, elaborate banquet.
I
sense this is a celebration of sorts, although for which occasion,
I'm not sure. After a while, I realise this is a regular normality
for this beautiful Polynesian tribe. They all seem so happy and
humble and are celebrating their gratitude for life.
The
atmosphere is uplifting and light and I can't help smiling. There is
music being played with guitars and drums, while in unison, angelic,
male voices echo across the beach. People are dancing and laughing
and having a wonderful time. They're wearing grass skirts, flowers
and shell chains around their necks; the women in their hair. There
are vibrant colors everywhere I look. It's absolutely mesmerising to
witness.
The
adults portray themselves as unguarded, warm and approachable. They
are not surprised by my presence, and don't actually take too much
notice of me observing the scene. The fifteen or so inquisitive
children however, are in complete awe, and rush over to play with my
hands, touch my skin, my hair and my light, white, summer dress I
find myself wearing. 'Gosh, imagine if I was blonde and fair-skinned!
How would they react then?', I amusingly wonder.
There
is delightful movement everywhere. Women are talking and laughing
among themselves, as they creatively tend to their banquet. Some
men are presently in the process of constructing a fire in
preparation for the incoming, cooler, evening air. The musicians are
chanting to the dancers, who are happily aligned with the melodic
beat. Once their curiosity has been satisfied, the children too
disperse in all directions, playing and laughing as they go. Each
soul seems oblivious to any worries and completely absorbed in the
jocose activities taking place, as the sun slowly begins to descend
to the rhythmic sound of gentle waves breaking on the foreshore…
and I am prompted to remember not to take life or myself too
seriously.
I
awaken from my meditative state feeling lighter in my gut area. The
knot has untangled and I am thankful for, yet another, appropriate
reminder.
Love the visual here Camilla... being worshiped as a Goddess... vibrant colours... the Polynesian Tribe! Best of all what was the messages you received from your experience. I am truly happy for you. Happy writing! I look forward to reading more :D xo
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