I opened my eyes from meditation and realized that I must have been crying during the meditation. I hadn’t been aware of it but wet, warm, salty tears were on my face and drops had soaked into my shirt. It didn’t surprise me that I had been crying, but I also hadn’t been aware of it.
Grounded feet
Keep Writing
After the space was all set up, I began to look around at other vendors and their set-up. I started feeling into the vibration of the experience and the collectiveness of the expo and was brought back to a memory of another expo that we had attended where I had gotten far more than I expected. I acknowledged that this was likely going to happen again.
Releasing control
Protect me
Sweaty mess
It was almost 80 degrees in October in New Hampshire which seemed like nothing short of a gift from Mother Nature. Between clients I would go outside even if it was only for a couple of moments. I noticed that each time I went out my body would sweat, which surprised me because it wasn’t THAT hot and I wasn’t outside THAT long.