APINNA UN-ATTACHED ARM SUPPORTS SO SIMPLE YET SO EFFECTIVE

I purchased my APinna set for my personal use during my CranioSacral sessions. It has made such a difference to the treatment as I can feel my shoulders open up when using my "wings", and the session has been much more beneficial. It also enables you to move your arms and shoulders as you wish, with no disturbance which is great for this therapy. I forgot to bring them on my last visit, and both myself and the therapist noticed the difference, my shoulders did not relax and heal as well as they do with the APinna. Can wholeheartedly recommend! ( JW uk )

SMILING SUITS US ALL

 

" HOW DOES A PART OF THE WORLD LEAVE THE WORLD?"

How does a part of the world leaves the world?

How can wetness leave water?


Don't try to put out a fire

by trowing on more fire!

Don't wash a wound with blood!


No matter how fast you run,

your shadow more then keep up.

Sometimes, it's in front!


Only full, overhead sun

diminishes your shadow.


But that shadow has been serving you!

What hurts you, blesses you.

Darkness is your candle.

Your boundaries are your quest.


I can explain this, but it would break

the glass cover on your heart,

and there is no fixing that.


You must have shadow and light-source both.

Listen, and lay your head under the tree of Awe.

When from that tree, feathers and wings sprout

on you, be quieter than a dove.

Don't open your mouth for even a coooooo.


When a frog  slips into the water, the snake

cannot get it. Then the frog climbs back out

and croaks, and the snake moves forward towards him again.


Even if the frog learned to hiss, still the snake

would hear through the hiss the information

he needed, the frog- voice underneath.


But if the frog could be completed silent,

then the snake would go back to sleeping,

and the frog could reach the barley.


The soul lives there in the silent Breath.

And that grain of barley is such that,

when you put it in the ground,

it grows. Are these enough words,

or shall I squeeze more juice from this?


Who am I, my friends?


Rumi ~43 Odes ~  Versions by Coleman Barks

SPIRITED LOVE

Drawing by Pina

Be kind to your spirit it's the one who accumulates the love it meets in your life and puts it into your heart which in its turn will nourish this love throughout your life. Don't let your spirit grow angry and cold. Love can make you feel warm and harmonious and this can be very beneficial when carried around inside your lovely body to complete another part of your soul journey...

RUMI POEM # ON THE DAY I DIE #

I’m standing in a kind of church, there are many people around. Suddenly two Amazonian rain forest women are standing in front of me. Their bodies are painted white. Their faces are also painted white in the tradition of Las Dias De Las Muertos (Day of the Dead), but decorated with colourful flowers petals. Whilst they’re smiling so gently to me with their peaceful eyes, I recognise them as Ma and Johanna. After I've recognised them they run away hand in hand. Nobody else saw them, nor did they show themselves to anyone else. I wasn't to sad as their hello and goodbye had filled me with a warm and loving feeling. They'd shown me that they were together again and free of pain…

I dreamed this 6 nights before my sister Johanna past away. I was with her when she did.
I felt our mother the night before my sister died in the hospital room, 
letting me know that she came to collect her soon.

# In memory of my mother  Jeanne 1-4-2011//1-4-2016
and my sister Johanna Maria 20-12-2011// 20-12-16 #

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On the day I die, when I'm being

carried away toward the grave, don't weep.

Don't say, " He's gone! He's gone!"

Death has nothing to do with going away.


The sun sets and the moon sets,

but they have not gone.

Death is a coming together.

The tomb looks like a prison,

but it's really release

into Union


The human seed goes down in the ground

like a bucket into the well where Joseph is.

It grows and comes up full

of some un-imagined beauty.


Your mouth closes here

and immediately opens

with a shout of joy there.


Rumi~ 43 Odes ~ Versions by Coleman Barks

EMPTINESS

Emptiness is a name for nothingness.
A name for ungraspability.

A name for mountains, rivers, the whole earth.
It is also called the real form.

In the green of the pines.
The twist of the brambles.

There is no going or coming:
In the red of the flowers.

And the white of the snow.
There is no birth and no death.

Ryusai.

A WINTER DUAL DELIGHT

The feathery snowflakes fell to earth
     Throughout the Winter night,
     And by the following morning
       The countryside was white.
      A quiet beauty filled the air
        Across the country land
  But then the wind began to blow;
       Snow drifted like the sand.
 The winds created snow drifts high
            In various designs.
Huge snowdrifts, snowdrifts everywhere,
            But just one of a kind,
 The downy flakes that fell from Heaven
     Brought with them delight...
             A terra firma coverlet
      And snowdrifts, sculpture-like.


        Author Loise Pinkerton Fritz