My dream from last night.

Playing with my friend Valeska,. Like in the dream!
Playing with my friend Valeska. Like in the dream!

Last night I dreamt that I was in Rishikesh with my lovely friends Rebeca and Valeska. We were walking on the crazy streets close to the Ganges river. We were happy! The city was full of life and we walked there enjoying each other and everything around us. We walked until the sun came down over the horizon…

Suddenly, many planes started to flight over the city. It was noisy and everyone became alert.   From the airplanes small bombs began to drop. Thousands of them.

In the earth, there was no more than half a meter between two bombs… It was full of them, there was nowhere to run.

Silence captured all.

“Wow, this is crazy. I will die with my friends in a bombing in Rishikesh”. I thought.

Finally, the bombs began to explode.

And they were no bombs, THEY WERE FIREWORKS!

There was nothing to be afraid of!
There was nothing to be afraid of!

Dreams are very important for me.

I wrote my dreams for about two years “training” myself to remember and analyze them. All of this that I´m living now started because of a dream: I decided to leave university and find a good yoga teacher training after an amazing dream I had.

During the last year I haven´t dream so much and for me that was sad. At the same time, inside of me, I knew that dreams would return… Last night´s dream was perfect.

There are many things that look like bombs in my life right now. I feel threatened.

I have the feeling that this can be like the work you have to do in a mine. There´s no other choice:

I will detonate all the bombs to find that treasure hidden inside.

A treasure that´s from myself, to myself.

My bombs about to explode!
My bombs about to explode!
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Relax

If there is one thing I´ve learnt during these months is that I have to relax.

I mean, I thought I was a kind of relaxed person already but the truth is that, when we talk about losing control, my (re)action is similar to an electric cat.

Yoga helps, oh yes.

Meditation helps, FOR SURE.

But, sometimes, during the day (while you´re not doing yoga or meditation) it´s really difficult to stay in tuned with the calm feeling.

A group of scientists, sound therapists and the British band Marconi Union compiled a song that is the most relaxing tune ever.

Much more relaxed than a cup of tea, walk or a massage. Really?

Something called “entrainment” happen in a very deep level while you are listening to the song.

Entrainment means that your heart rhythm and brainwaves, synchronized with the continuous rhythm of 60 BPM of the song giving you a calm that not even Coldplay, Café del Mar or even Mozart can give you.

Yes, the study tried other songs but the result wasn´t that good.

I listened the Marconi Union song and it was awesome. I was writing an email, doing simple things, listening to it and I loved it, it was the perfect opportunity to meet your inner self in the middle of the day. Now it will be on my track list of the week.

Here you can find the song:

And here, for the ones who needs intensive treatment like me, it´s the complete list:

  1. Marconi Union – Weightless
  2. Airstream – Electra
  3. DJ Shah – Mellomaniac (Chill Out Mix)
  4. Enya – Watermark
  5. Coldplay – Strawberry Swing
  6. Barcelona – Please Don’t Go
  7. All Saints – Pure Shores
  8. AdelevSomeone Like You
  9. Mozart – Canzonetta Sull’aria
  10. Cafe Del Mar – We Can Fly

Odyssey.

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As you set out for Ithaka

hope the voyage is a long one,

full of adventure, full of discovery.

Laistrygonians and Cyclops,

angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:

you’ll never find things like that on your way

as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,

as long as a rare excitement

stirs your spirit and your body.

Laistrygonians and Cyclops,

wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them

unless you bring them along inside your soul,

unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope the voyage is a long one.

May there be many a summer morning when,

with what pleasure, what joy,

you come into harbors seen for the first time;

may you stop at Phoenician trading stations

to buy fine things,

mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,

sensual perfume of every kind—

as many sensual perfumes as you can;

and may you visit many Egyptian cities

to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars.

Keep Ithaka always in your mind.

Arriving there is what you are destined for.

But do not hurry the journey at all.

Better if it lasts for years,

so you are old by the time you reach the island,

wealthy with all you have gained on the way,

not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.

Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.

Without her you would not have set out.

She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.

Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,

you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.

(Ithaca, Konstantinos Kavafis, 1911)

When I first read this poem, eight years ago, the trip was internal, mental, and emotional.

I guess I always wanted to go somewhere I’ve never been able to define but maybe, now it´s time to leave always and nevers behind, and enjoy the abundance of this moment, being faithful, relax and go on in this trip. That remains internal, even though I´m moving a lot.

The journey.

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This journey through the layers of the Self is really beautiful because, sometimes, you understand that the answers for your questions are, all of them, not far away but closer than you thought.

Usually they are so close and that´s why it´s not easy to see them so, you need to take the long way, turn around starting once and again, traveling all over the world. Searching for the flower that was, always, in your backyard.