sweet honey nectar

a poetic reverie of things that feel like medicine to me

All that you adore, all that is nourishing to the heart, all that has ever made you feel like you are drinking the sweet honey nectar of life, is always here in your heart. Come rest in this splendor. - Lorin Roche

Sometimes the simplest, smallest things done most days are what add up to feeling better, to feeling more at home within yourself. I’ve been contemplating what feels like medicine to me….

Sunshine. The light that rises in the morning and peeks through the trees. Surya and Varuna dancing in the sky, turning eucalyptus into glitter. Creating an arc of rainbow as I drive through the mountains. The gentle warmth of winter afternoon beams  melting into my skin. Illuminating my hair into strands of shining gold. Reminding me that maybe I am beautiful.

Cacao. The sweetness it rolls over my tongue. The warm, cosy feeling it creates inside as it sinks into my core. The way it makes my heart feel softer especially if I add a dash of reishi or rose. Chocolate can be healing too.

Breath. Coming back to the way the breath moves my body. Rib cage and belly expanding and softening. Circling my hand over my heart, tenderly rubbing up and down the tops of my thighs. Simple touch whispering to my nervous system ‘it’s okay sweetheart’ as I inhale and exhale. Home is right here.

Rest. Putting my legs up over the edge of my bed and a little pillow over my eyes. Lying on the ground with a soft blanket under my sacrum, allowing myself to be held by the earth for a little while. Softening the parts that feel heavy.

Water. Being submerged in the ocean or a warm bath. Watching the clouds float by. Opening my eyes underwater to gaze at my blurry hands. Ears filled with water. Pratyahara. The world slipping away, the breath stilling, the silence of water before coming up for the sweetest, freshest air. Sitting by a lake to write. The water so still it’s transformed into a mirror that reflects the gum trees and the sky. Almost like a dear friend turning to me with a smile and saying “Hey, remember how when we find stillness, we see our true nature?”

Poetry. Sweet words dancing across my eyes and permeating the soft tissue of my body. Remembering the beauty of feeling and being alive. The melodious stories, weaved together with magic. Realising that there is always softness somewhere out there, waiting to be found.

Movement. Making shapes and flowing. Allowing the skeleton to spiral. Hydrating the joints and warming the muscles. Swirling energy through my body. Dancing. Contracting. Lengthening. Playing. Moving me, embodying me. My head dropping down into my heart, letting limiting beliefs fall away, even for just one song.

Saying No. When everyone wants me to say yes. Yielding, when others tell me to ‘keep pushing through it’. I don’t want to push anymore. I want to tend to this one precious spirit of mine. Stand firm and guiltless in my decision to have a break when it feels as though I can’t go on. Return to my chrysalis and dissolve when the concrete and loudness want my labour once again.

Love. Sweet messages from friends and teachers. Reminding me of who I am through their eyes, reminding me that no feeling is final. A warm, long hug from my mum.

What feels like medicine to you?

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embodied poetry meditations

I’m on the Insight Timer app! If you would like to meditate with me, soothe your nervous system and invite poetics into the body then click the button below. I currently have two practices:

♡ resting in the back of the heart
a heart balm for sensitive souls

♡ tending to your precious self
for remembering your inherent worth & giving yourself the tender love and care you deserve