THE INNER TEACHER.

‘Lisa it’s raining, smell the rain’,
‘You’re outside, smell the rain.’
‘Feel your finger, can you feel the soles of your feet’
‘Lisa you had surgery a few days ago, you’re ok’
’Lisa come back, feel the tips of your toes…feel your feet on the ground’
’Come back to me, you’re safe, come back into your body.’
’Feel your body right now.’

‘Move deeper into the earth, remember your roots…..sink into them. Go into your earth chakra, meet me there.’

Come back, this void that you feel you’re in….this dream. It’s real, you’re alive, you’re right here. I’m here with you, you don’t need to go numb - you haven’t been let go.

I’m right here. I am always right here.

Always right here beneath it all, the inner teacher. The voice of knowing, the one that might have gotten a little quiet or muffled in the madness. Not outside of you, not external, no where that you are not.

Always right there within you, an inner compass to guide you on your path, to bring you back home to yourself.

The one that amidst the blowing winds, tumultuous seas, crumbling foundation is the quietest voice singing the sweetest song of truth.
L
xo