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Angela Werneke's avatar

I can so relate to this essay, Amadea. Last Saturday I was walking with a friend along the Arroyo Chamiso and noticed I was feeling racy and unstable. I suddenly wanted to sit down on the edge between the path and the slope down into the arroyo near a newly leafed out elm. The mountains and clouds were deep blue violet in sharp contrast to the new green of the leaves along the arroyo. I could feel the coolness and moisture in the wind, carrying the storm front toward us. After sitting on the earth and breathing in the moist cooling wind, I felt calm, grounded, and completely transformed. In reading your description of building ojas, I feel that, yes, that is what happened over that period of sitting, sinking.

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Amadea Morningstar's avatar

Yes, exactly, Angela. 💚

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