WATER is one of the seven ancient principles of health. Our bodies are made up of at least 60% water it is essential for all life on our planet. I first learned about this during a health and wellness seminar with wholefood cowboy @dontolmaninternational .
Don Tolman then introduced me to the work of Dr Masaru Emotto. He conducted experiences observing the physical effects of words, prayers, music and environments on water. He discovered that water is affected by #consciousness and #intent . Negative thoughts and emotions caused distorted and deformed crystals or no crystals in water while positive thoughts and blessings caused water to form beautiful #crystals .
If the power of intention can cause this effect on water, imagine how it could influence our physical bodies. Dr Emotto found that positive prayer and blessing can bring about beneficial energies into our bodies and our environment. Just ponder on that for a while and think about what thoughts and emotions you are generating and how they might be influencing your health and the environment around you. #powerofintention#letfoodbethymedicine .
Nurture with nature <3
'Let food be thy medicine'
Lately I've realised the importance of words. As my vision continues to deteriorate, I have to rely more and more on sound rather than sight. I can no longer look at a view and appreciate the vast beauty, I cant look into someone's eyes while I have a conversation with them, I can't see the amazing detail of the world around me. All I can rely on now is words; descriptions of what's going on, explanations of what things look like.
This has made me notice how our speech nowadays is not descriptive, it doesn't conjure up imagery, and even when I tried to do it myself, I found it difficult. I've noticed myself 'reading' more (listening to audiobooks) and finding incredible authors who have the power to paint a full picture with words. From immersing myself in an auditory land, I've found such a deep appreciation for the power of words in creating a rich life. As much as I fight losing my ability to see, knowing that I can still hear things described so beautifully makes it a little less scary.
I guess all the boring stuff we learnt in English at school really does have a purpose!
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) is a common, chronic & long-lasting disorder in which a person has uncontrollable, reoccurring thoughts (obsessions) and behaviors (compulsions) that he or she feels the urge to repeat over and over. -it is simply thinking more than i want to & so much that I can't function. The repetitive thoughts that can only fall under "Worries" or "wild conceptions" (there's no in between) - leave me constantly exhausted and searching for a way to "fit it all in once place".....To fit it all in ME. And even more so, to make room for thoughts and feelings that dont destroy me.
Most people think of OCD and they think of numbers and rituals and stutters etc.
Not many people know that obsessive compulsion can manifest itself in less detectable or recognizeable ways. For many of us with OCD, the only ritual that seemingly offers refuge, is to ruminate over how the obsessive compulsion is on the fast track to ruining your life...The life you're trying desperately to be present in when your mind will do anything to convince you that its warmer inside. Its safer inside. Its all going to make sense inside. Soon. OCD isn't just over thinking. Its self injury of the most deadly form. Intrusive thoughts, flashbacks, paranoia....its all a part of what feels like this indomitable mission to self destruct. thinking about ways I can make myself think less..the definition of counter productive.
Here's the romantic part...I can dissect any situation down to its core in a fraction of the time it would take someone who isn't constantly "over thinking" I am creative, compassionate, & dynamic in ways I couldn't see myself being with out my ability to relentlessly search for answers. I think being obsessed with something is the best feeling in the world. Obsessed with food, with poetry, with films, with pole fitness, with fashion, with my cat. It can be this all encompassing focus on someone or something you love w/o the interference of any outside force attempting to penetrate your line of vision. In my world, almost everything is all or nothing. I think this helps me to detach when I need to & to fight til the very end for what I want & need the most.
You left without words
And my heart died with you
Voices whisper words of doubt
Trying in vain to devalue all that you were
That you still are
This is my reality
You were light and thunder
My eyes burned every time I glimpsed your glory
You were incomprehensible in your enormity
Myself restricted by the boundaries of this world
You saved me
When I was lost
Insignificant and incredibly small
Just a moment in infinity
And yet you deemed me worthy
Reached inside yourself
And shared the light with me
So I could find my own path out of darkness
And now you are gone
To places I cannot follow
And the light is flickering
What am I without you
When you were everything?
~ RJ V.
5 days into my #31daysofiam journey! 😊
With daily practice you can literally speak the life you desire, the way you #desire it to be, into existence. What's stopping you?
Fancy joining me? 🙂 Just use the hashtag above👆🏾
She breathed for the love of others,
She was colored pencil
I was a white paper.
به عشق ِ دیگران نفس می کشید
او مداد رنگی بود
من کاغذ ِ سفید
Photo by: @jwctp
On this date in 1968, The Last Poets were formed. David Nelson, Gylan Kain, and Abiodun Oyewole, created the poets on the anniversary of Malcolm X's birthday, May 19, 1968 in Marcus Garvey Park. They grew from three poets and a drummer to seven young black and Hispanic artists: David Nelson, Gylan Kain, Abiodun Oyewole, Felipe Luciano, Umar Bin Hassan, Jalal Nurridin, and Suliamn El Hadi. They took their name from a poem by South African poet Willie Kgositsile, who posited the necessity of putting aside poetry in the face of looming revolution.