I’m seeing a number of people close to me rely on chat gpt too much when it comes to their spiritual and emotional health. And when I say too much, it’s because I’m watching a specific type of neuroticism start to happen. The kind that disconnects them from their soul and creates a mental world that is inorganically coded. It is dangerous and dark. We do not need all the answers. We need to live. We need to feel. And we need to remember our own biological intelligence. This addiction to understanding is the thing that will take us further from our souls. It is where we don’t understand that God can actually show us miracles. It’s where spiritual evolution actually happens.

Tidbits from my 2016 journal: “I remember as a kid LOVING art. I used to be a decent singer in music class. I used to make hundreds of videos. I used to dance. I also had this urge to act. I also loved making slideshows and movies. When I think now to what I could even do creatively, I don’t know! It all seems quite unattainable.  I also used to write my own stories. Wow, I did it all. I hope these workshops help me find what my creative passion is.” I want to take her hand and give her a big hug. I want to tell her that ten years later her creativity will be the lifeblood of her work. That she willl write stories and poetry online where over 700 people sign up to read them. That she will dance all the time. That her voice will be played daily across the world through a meditation app and she will have people writing often about the impact on their life. I want her to know it will look nothing like she is imagining. That she will start guiding movement experiences for people’s liberation and expression and she will have never seen anything like it before it happens. That she will create her own path. I want to tell her to keep trusting. To keep living. That her heart will get broken and it will be the best thing that ever happens to her. And that ten years later, she will be so herself, that her life will reflect it in every moment.

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@🟠 isolabellart if you ever need more sunset inspo, here is a collection of 4 from the same night in Carlsbad, CA Jan 2nd, 2020

It is a privilege to feel deeply.

Take me to the place with no words Where all I can feel is my heartbeat Or the twitch in my left thigh And the kink in my neck Take me to the place with no words Where no one is waiting Expecting or wanting Where my only witness is the ghosts of my own psyche Take me to the place with no words Where there is no separation Where I am it And it is me Where the word pain simply means to be Take me to the place with no words In the dark In my body In my soul This place, being no place at all Where sound is what holds me God is what moves me And every single moment Simply is for me ————————————- Join me Tuesday Jan 13th at 3pm EST for an embodied movement ceremony. $55 and women only. Register here Paypal:

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Bringing the gift of winter right into your hearts, the best way I know how.

Julia Partyka

Meditations — Julia Partyka

Our pond has been looking glorious over the last couple weeks and it was calling my name. But we’d have snow then melting and a few days above zero which made it look amazing but also had me think it wasn’t thick enough. Well, yesterday was so cold I thought, “I gotta go test it and see” It was PERFECT. I got my dad out to come safety watch, put on my skates and was a kid again. 2 hours later we were hit with a blizzard and it was buried. I am always reminded to make moves on those nudges I get, even if I’m the only one who wants to explore it. Life moves fast. Windows of opportunity close. Go play. ❄️

In my morning element. GM everyone ❄️

#asknostr how do you send emoji reactions to posts that aren’t “likes”? 😂 Yes, 4 months in and I am asking now lol

Yesterday I was with a man and I danced. ⁣ ⁣For me. ⁣ ⁣For Her. ⁣ ⁣Only. ⁣ ⁣And he watched. ⁣ ⁣Unlike anything I have ever done before. ⁣ ⁣So much of my life, I’ve felt the need to speak. ⁣ ⁣To bring the vastness of my soul and the consciousness it is connected to, through the succinct articulation of my words. ⁣ ⁣As if that is the only way to give. ⁣ ⁣As if that is the only way to be seen. ⁣ ⁣As if I must always Know. ⁣ ⁣But yesterday I found another way. ⁣ ⁣A way so true and close to my heart that it felt like the only way I could have done it. ⁣ ⁣My desire for our time together was to be witnessed in the truth of the moment. ⁣ ⁣That’s it. ⁣ ⁣And as I was looking into his eyes and my mind started to lock up with, “What’s in there? What wants to come out?”⁣ ⁣All I could hear is⁣ ⁣Move. ⁣ ⁣He clears space on the floor, blanket down and I get on my knees. ⁣ ⁣Feel the earth. ⁣ ⁣Breathe. ⁣ ⁣Music comes on and I let it touch my insides. ⁣ ⁣The ocean swells. ⁣ ⁣Ahhhhh comes a sigh. ⁣ ⁣My chest bubbles and I know it’s coming. ⁣ ⁣Sobs. ⁣⁣ My hands on the floor hold me steady. ⁣ Bowed in devotion to the very thing that tethers me to the now. ⁣ ⁣Earth. ⁣ I can feel him there. ⁣ But my eyes remain closed. ⁣ This is for me. ⁣ The big thing that’s lives inside that feels like it might destroy me at any second moves through my system in waves.⁣ An ocean within moves my limbs. ⁣ Eventually ⁣ I rise. ⁣⁣ The music becomes more sensual. ⁣ Mmmmm. ⁣ ⁣The alchemy. ⁣ My hips start to dip. ⁣ The primal pose of a woman in service. ⁣ Legs spread. ⁣ And then I hear it. ⁣ Look at him. ⁣ ⁣Fuck. ⁣ ⁣To see and be seen in this. ⁣ ⁣Can I do it? ⁣ Yes. ⁣ ⁣ This is why I’m here. ⁣ ⁣ Ever so gently I open. ⁣ ⁣Never leaving myself. ⁣ ⁣But letting him in deeper. ⁣ ⁣And then they close again. ⁣ ⁣And open. ⁣ ⁣And close. ⁣ ⁣Full permission for my own pace. ⁣ ⁣He watches. ⁣ ⁣With reverence. ⁣ ⁣Respect. ⁣ ⁣Intention. ⁣ ⁣I smile. ⁣ ⁣The tension slowly disappearing from my body. ⁣ ⁣It’s out. ⁣ ⁣And I’m here. ⁣ ⁣Still alive. ⁣ ⁣And loved. ⁣ This is for him too. ————- To witness and be witnessed is an erotic act. It is to let yourself be moved by what is being revealed in front of you… without leaving your mark. Tomorrow (Tuesday Nov 25th) at 3pm im holding an online workshop where men and women are coming together to explore the relational skill of witnessing - one that I think can have major transformational effects on relationships, and the humans in them. If you’d like to join us, it’s $99 and you can bring your partner. Scroll down on my main page to see the button for single registration:

Katie O

REUNION — Katie O'Connor