Greetings, Earthlings! Spring has officially begun!🌻 Just like it brings new life through blossoming flowers, warmer weather and longer days, it also revives our sense of optimism and hope. So today, I’d like to talk about the negative experiences, more specifically traumatic events that store memory within our physical body. In yoga terminology the consciousness of experience is stored in the “Runanubandha”, which Sadhguru describes as “the body remembering any kind of intimacy, not only with another physical body but any kind of intimacy even with any physical substance; it remembers.”
I’ve never been asked this, but the reason I write is to feel seen; the trail of emotion that I am leaving within every post motivates me to experience all that life has to offer. Often, I forget that this writer medium is simply just an app because of how much ‘freedom’ it provides me to interact with other brilliant-minded creatives from all across the world.
Jotting down words has a powerful emotional release; every word is a statement, and every post is a protest. And yes, bad things happen. Or maybe they did happen in the past. However, it’s not merely about their existence; it's the transformation of that energy into something of good value and beauty.
Admittedly, a collection of negative events have happened to me, some events more extreme than others, and most when I was quite young, so childhood was a bit of a blur. Furthermore, can we teach our children how to dream from a young age so they have the universe and all of its galaxies to look forward to when they grow?
Tiny tangent: I saw a vision of my child in a dream last night; she was ageing rapidly within the scenes, but her essence was purely ethereal – I had forgotten about the burdens of life, and looking into her eyes was the epitome of fulfilment of my being. She had brown hazel eyes and bouncy brown curls; she was running around and was so receptive and giggly. She was strangely independent; in the last scene, she was sitting in the audience on a comfy two-seater sofa, and there was a talk about chakras a lady was delivering. I went over and sat next to her and told her that if she was tired, she could sleep resting in my arms while I cradled her. She was slightly above toddler age by this time, and I felt her melt away as I awoke. ‘Paisely’ was her name because of the swirls, colour and vibrancy of her character.
Everyone’s Girl
I’m tired of the uncertainty of love when feeling it can oftentimes be difficult and foreign. My heart can’t help but exude love, even for strangers, but when there are societal expectations that have been ingrained into the person (that I truly adore), it is harder for me to love them when they cannot see past putting you inside their box. If I’m being quite frank, I can’t just say, “I don’t want to go in your box!!” because that seems rude. Additionally, I tend to over-intellectualise disagreements to somehow simplify them in my brain, which I’ve nicknamed ‘Zalayka Land ☄’, where everything fluffy and weird goes!
Wanting to be ‘Everyone’s Girl’ may sound sound rather whorish at first, but I assure you that this is not my intention. My purpose in this realm is to serve the people, the beings that occupy the world in which I dwell in; this does not imply that I run to every bum I see and try to offer them my two pence of counsel. No, it means that in order to try and help others, I must first figure out who I am, what I enjoy doing and how I can leverage it to benefit the greater good.
“The most beautiful moments in life are moments when you are expressing your joy, not when you are seeking it.”
~ Jaggi Vasudev, Sadhguru
I can’t predict that crochet will save the world, but I'm damn sure it looks pretty awesome once you’ve put the right amount of energy into it. One thing I will suggest if you are on your own crochet path is to not set expectations of how your pieces/project will look in its final outcome. I thrive when I don’t know if it will look nice in the end; I simply enjoy the process of going through each chain with my handy (crochet) hook and hope for the best!
Let the bondages of life be minimal, for you are only passing here; have fun, enjoy and do not hurt yourself or others. We are the good people!
How do you express joy? Let’s have a friendly discussion below :)
Thank you for sharing your time here on The Garden Party! As always, let me know what topics you’d like to see explored next! ‹𝟹
Each post as a trail of emotion - I love that- as if our own art, everything we create, is a trail of crumbs leading us home, or at least keeping us fed on the way - thank you as always Zalayka for your unique insights
oh, this was so beautiful. Dreams are so special. You were comforting yourself (little you) <3
I love your writing