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Brazil is damp. Energetically, it feels like a very earthy, heavy, fertile country, perhaps because of all the rains. The jungle is a deep, remembering green. There are no gold or brown grasses here. Bright orange and purple flowers break the line, and the mountains are round and ripple in the east.
I have taken to sitting quietly to watch the sunrise. I wash of pink and purple over the tall terracotta buildings. I cannot see the sun, for its angle is out of view. I face north, which is perfect for my daily yoga practice. North aligns the body and the being with the earth's electromagnetic field.
North promotes stability and grounding.
Is Brazil feeling heavy, or have I landed in my body? Is my projection causing me to sense the dense, downward movement in the atmosphere? Is it me?
It has rained daily since my arrival, and I am pleased about it. I enjoy the grey fog. I like the clean crack of thunder, like the sound of splitting a bone. It is satisfying; things coming apart. The day my apartment flooded was a shock, and I was lucky to be home to clear the space of my belongings.
I am more connected to my body in Brazil. My dreams are vivid, riddled with symbols to recover when roused from slumber. Water, triangles (facing downward), and a bright cherry red are the repeated images in my dreams. I quit drinking coffee, so my stomach aches have lessened. Tea will never taste the same, no matter how I prepare it. How I long for a frothy latte! A wee sip is not worth the sensation. My body says NO.
I've been sitting in the Ek Ong Kar Mantra, and I cannot attune to the lower triangle of chakras. When I close my eyes and visualize the places on my body as I sing, I can capture the heart, throat, third eye, crown, and auric field with precision.
Everything is blurry below my chest. Ek - root, Ong - Sacral, Kar - Solar Plexus are the areas that evade me when I try to locate their placement inside my body.
I have more awareness of the root and solar plexus. After years of starving and binging cycles, my abdomen is taking its time to heal. It's OK, body; take your time.
My cells respond to the words and sensations in my environment. When the actions are unconscious or contrary to what is being said, my body picks up on it. I was out for several hours last night in the bustling streets of Sao Paulo, and the exertion wore me down. I was drained when I arrived home and needed an hour to rest before I could get ready for bed.
It feels like static in crowds: a sticky, stagnant energy is attached to the masses.
Carnival is this weekend, and the celebrations started this week—a Dionysian atmosphere: glitter, fishnets, sparklers, neon, and fairy wings. On my Sunday walk to the market, the streets were pulsing with people presenting their skin, dancing, drinking, and having a grand time!
It is fun to stand on the sidelines and witness the Mad Tea Party that went on for miles.
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