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Summer is early. Life has been a speed of light lately. The heart of my son felt like sunshine, where I as his earth soften and embrace him completely. This is how we are: His running with no baggage. A summer boy. Me, walking, wrapped in @sahariiharii handwoven batik cloth. Forever a spring child. Toward our future, overlooking the coming waves of life 🌊🌊🌊 🌞🌞🌞 Our long summer just began. The ocean heals every single thing. 📷: @travelgeela #summerishere #sundose #beachdose #motherandson #life #gunungkidul #yogyakarta

I believe in the power of women circle all over. Of moving together slowly to find our own home. Our own center. Our own love to ourselves that we owe so much before giving it to the world before anything else. It is all start from the moment of forgiving ourselves. Forgiving when we loose our boundaries, losing ourselves and straying our path. But we all move to remember, that every each part of our bodies as precious as the pieces of our heart. That our treasure and strength is in all of us. That by forgiving ourselves we slowly help healing our ground one step at a time. That every broken pieces can be weave through. That love thrive. Cycle move through. Nothing last forever. That in time we find our own healing and kindness in every circumstances. Be gentle and be kind to yourself. Vulnerability is power. Your heart is your center ❤️✨✨✨ #noteon36 #kabarbaikdariposo #dodohamosintuwu #poso #dancemedicine #movementismedicine #womencircle #vulnerability #gentleness #movementmedicine #danceyourmagic @peretas_id @dodohamosintuwu @mosintuwu

In many softness, I RISE. In many gentleness, slowly, I HEAL. In many sunsets, I found again my sunrises. In many deaths, I am slowly passing my tunnels of rebirthing. If this is a passage, my heart has prepared myself to be ready. Through the wind, I let the dragon passes me through and through, bringing me back to my cycle of life. While the sacred water bath me every morning. The spirits of the long forgotten women, whisper and whisper to me surrounding the sacred fire while I rise on my earthy ground with my earthly sisters. With all the women before me standing with me. Telling me to rise one more time, the never ending once again. Oh you, dear you, you are so loved and blessed. With everything inside of me I bow to every directions, every guidances and lessons 🙏🙏🙏❤️✨✨✨ #5elements #tentena #dodohamosintuwu #backtothesacred #rebirth #healing #ancestralhealing #healingthecollective #femininerising #ownyourhealing #phoenixseason #ariesseason

We are the daughter of the mermaids. We are drown in our own water in joy and tears. We are our own magic. Brave souls chase us to the depth of our emotional seas. Brave sailors explore and did not come back to its surface of the long and forgotten ancient seas. Our gems are only for the treasured wooing of them all. Our father send us to war with our heart in our sleeves. We did not obey. As the water rises, we dive deep into the eyes of love which made us help to build the magic bridge. This is our world. Our magic kind. And here, love thrived in the deepest dance in the deepest sea 🙏🌙✨ #danceyourmagic #suvannamaccha #mermaidmagic #waterelements #elementalembodiment #dancemedicine #inspired #journey #thailand #cambodia #mermaidprincess #suvarnamatsya #southeastasian #danceyourstory #wooedbyhanuman #danceyourhealing #embracing #rising #waterrising #danceismedicine #slowdownlove

Live like you do not know tomorrow. Live softer than ever before because the world has been needing more softness. Do not hide your sensitivity but also take things less serious. Life are mean to be lived. Cut your own bullshit. Throw away your own toxicity. Masculine. Feminine. Male. Female. We are all one. If things are going to change, we are part of all things. When we start to learn how to really lived together. No more faking things. Cut all the fake people and situation in your life. Don’t pretend that you can take things and tolerate things that does not allign with your truth anymore. Know your boundaries well. Stand your ground. Learn to say NO. But also learn to say YES to life. Stop pretending. Live more. Real more. Feel more. Love more. Yourself especially than ever before. Because the amazing truth of your authenticity is inside you. Because the the real truth is yours to hold and show to the world. I love you, dear ones ❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨ #myheart #mooninsag #talktomyself #selftalk #selflove #boundaries #dearheart #vulnerability #reflection #life #phnompenh

My forever sun and gem of my heart, Agastya Asabhumy Yasawisesa ❤️🌸🌙 Take care, my beautiful flower boy. Sending all the love from my road and path ❤️✨✨✨ #motherhood #motherandson #🌏🌞 #love #life #blessing #family #nomadmom #asabhumy #wanderingmom

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astridreza in Uncategorized January 10, 2001February 21, 2013 51 Words

Writing through Dying

i just want to write without caring or without anybody cares
don’t give the reason to write and don’t give the opinion how to write
i’m dying on existence, i’m dying on extension, i’m dying without definition
i have no reason, i have no patient, i have no satisfaction
i’m human?

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