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Do you hear your heartbeat?

Posted by on Feb 5, 2019 in Live Your True Nature | 0 comments

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Your Heart Song

Posted by on Jan 25, 2019 in Live Your True Nature | 0 comments

Go forth and be you in the world. You know how to be as only you can be. Trust that you are enough. More than enough. You always have been. Time to trust.

You will be guided every step of the way. You must only pause, breathe and listen. Write, sing, dance.

Screenshot of video by Lisa Schoenthal

Do your art that keeps you in tune with your heart and allows you to hear the words best. If not the words, you will know the feeling. That is your life song. Your heart song is your life path. Embrace it now.

Treasure it.

It is your precious breath of life.

Share it with the world.

(c) Britt Nielsem Cento Umepay

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The Breath of Life

Posted by on Jan 21, 2019 in Live Your True Nature | 0 comments

Gaia’s message today:

You are free.

Free as the river.

Flow, flow, flow.

Choose the direction of the current.

Feel the power that you are.

Direct the stream of your flow.

Feel your connection to all.

You are the river, moon, sun, trees, earth, and sky.

The breath of life, you ARE.

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Travel is like a Box of Chocolates

Posted by on Jan 17, 2019 in Live Your True Nature | 1 comment

You never know what you’ll encounter…

Feel yourself sink into the most comfortable sleep on a king sized bed with a firm but just soft enough memory foam mattress and perfect down pillows and duvet.

I slept like a baby and woke to my alarm at 8:30. Last night’s beautiful mountain view was enshrouded in clouds and the balcony glistened from rain that would continue steadily all day.

Its not all immediate magic and ease in travels. Some days require more tenacity. I’ll share highlights of today. Keep in mind that each action involved me carrying my big backpack on my back and smaller one in front as well as probably talking to several people to get directions and clarify and that was all in Spanish. I speak just enough from my semester at university 25 years ago and my from learning as I traveled in other Spanish-speaking countries (a total of 5 months). The few times someone tried to engage in English, we discovered that my Spanish was actually better to communicate in than their English!

I realize Spanish is different in almost every Spanish-speaking country and this area is certainly no exception.

From Wikipedia:

“This accent is notably different from the local accents in the provinces neighbouring Córdoba. Seemingly unique, Cordobés is thought to derive from the languages spoken by the Comechingones, the local indigenous people.[3][4]

Its distinguishing features are the elongation of the sound of the vowel in the syllable preceding the stressed syllable, and of the vowel(s) of the stressed syllable in Proparoxytone three-syllable words [5] The Cordobés also tends to elongate the sound of the last syllable in a word.”

This morning I tore myself away from my comfy room, leaving via taxi for the airport for the bus to Santa Rosa.

Discovered I first needed another bus to take to the bus station in the center of the town. Plastic card ticket needed to be bought upstairs in the airport. ✔️

I WhatsApp messaged the center where the workshop is to update them on my time so they would be able to pick me up in Santa Rosa. Though we had connected earlier in the day, it was only now they learned and shared they wouldn’t be able to pick me up because of the condition of the roads due to the rain. I would look for a place to stay in Santa Rosa.

Waited outside for the bus. 30 minutes to central bus station.

Bought ticket to Santa Rosa.

Five minutes to spare— just enough time to “run“ and squeeze myself into a bathroom stall with all my bags.

I waited outside for the bus where I was told, asking, several people to confirm. Chatting with one man who told me he was also going to Santa Rosa and that’s where the bus would come , when a woman chimed in she heard the bus was in a different spot. Sure enough.

2 1/2 bus ride to Santa Rosa. Rainy, windy road at times.

I had found a place with a room near the bus station. It showed they they had a Facebook page and I found it on Google maps. Though close, I didnt want to carry all my stuff in the rain there and back if they didn’t have available room so I took a taxi.

We couldn’t find the place Perhaps you enter from another street… it wasn’t possible to call since service was not good enough in the rain. A couple people try tried for me.

He left me outside another place. Drunk kids in one corner room and music blaring from the other.

I walked. It seemed kind of rural without much available. One place had a sign and though it said ocupado, I inquired within.

I found myself embarrassingly suddenly with tears streaming as I tried to communicate. The woman got a map and slowly explainef how to get to a visitor center for Information. 8 blocks. Walking in the rain.

I stopped and smiled as I caught a glimpse of mountains behind a gas station.

And then this beauty

4 more blocks.

Information circled all available hotels on a map.

I walked again. Viewed a few rooms. Got one that is not at all like my paradise last night but willl hopefully work for me to sleep.

I’ve come full circle and it’s not too far from the bus station so I will walk the 10 minutes there for my 8 AM pick up with others getting off the night bus from Buenos Aires. We will take this hour or so transport to the center for the workshop.

This evening after leaving my things to dry in my room, I walked around the center of town. I venture to say I am the only American and even non-Spanish-speaking “tourist” here. People are very nice. Of course I experience that wherever I travel.

Jasmine, Emma, Franceska 7,8,9 (family of the hotel owner) started up a conversation with me as I sat near reception using the Wi-Fi. Challenging with the Córdoba accent, but we had a lovely exchange. They marveled at pictures of snowy Vermont, sang happy birthday in English and we play tic-tac-toe. At 10 PM they left to get dinner and go to bed.

Now it’s my turn.

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There’s no feeling like “home”

Posted by on Jan 16, 2019 in Live Your True Nature | 0 comments

More than 24 hours of travel with no sleep last night and I feel so powerfully peaceful!

I noticed Glorious Goddess of the Earth, Gaia from the plane this morning. When I looked at the flight map we had just entered the skies above Argentina where I’ll be dancing with her. She is the river and the earth here with her legs in the bottom right of the picture, her chest is out and her head thrown back with her hair and arms flowing. It felt like a personal welcome to Argentina!;-)

The message I got from Gaia while on the airplane before I landed here in Córdoba this evening was “you will feel at home.” I questioned if I feel at home in my body or on the land here or… ? And I figured it would come in the next week or two.

I feel at home now.

I feel at peace. Powerfully peaceful!;-) Home.

Out in the garden dancing barefoot with the palm trees under the moon was delicious. And now on a chaise lounge tapping this on my phone. Can you feel it? It’s that perfect temperature for me–no longer hot but the breeze is just cool enough that you want a scarf around your bare arms. I’m surprised to feel this feeling of home to such an extensive degree right now. I shouldn’t be.

I am so reminded of my other winter time away in Costa Rica, Panama, Colombia, and Hawaii. Exploring, discovering and…. I love the sun, the green, the warmth, the birds, the fragrant air, the cooling but still warmish breeze earlier when I was soaking in the view from my balcony.

There’s no feeling like home. And what’s wonderful is that we can feel it from any place in the world. True it’s easier to feel it in some places, especially wherever there is glorious nature for me. And though I do feel very much at home in Vermont where I grew up, there are different nuances. I also feel it tremendously right here, right now. In a country I’ve never been before, where another language is spoken other than my native English… perhaps the trees speak the same language though. Home. What does it feel like for you?

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