The beauty of music 

There is something so beautiful and magical in being in the atmosphere of our favourite musicians . In the clip below, you can almost feel the patient getting healing energy from Florence.  I couldn’t help but smile, cry, and want to sing after watching this. Music is magical .

We idealise artists sometimes externally for the wrong reasons.  Those that are the most well known tend to be the most beautiful, extroverted on the social scene , and played most frequently on the Top 40 radio stations. We give musicians god -like power, which they are not really worthy of. 

But they can be angels.

Musicians have the potential to allow the spirit to flow through their music, into your ears, and land on your soul. 

We sometimes miss the impact of art , because we are distracted on the external charade. Go deeper, close your eyes and  allow your entire self to feel the music. 

Let the music drip onto each pore.  Inhale it in.  

“Angels descending, bringing from above,

Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.”-Fanny J Cosby

The youngest yogi teacher 

He has more yogis in his class than I do! It’s so beautiful to watch how we can impact others at any age.

The inner flame

Sometimes I am so inspired I don’t have words immediately about an experience. I need time for it to settle into my bones. This is the case for Tony Robbins’ Unleash The Power Within. With a crowd of 10,500 people from 60 plus countries, we walked on fire! 

This was going to be a huge obstacle to overcome, because I have a fear of putting myself in dangerous situations where there is even a slim potential to get hurt. My mother warned me she saw on the news, people going to the hospital after these Robbins events due to burns. 

During the conference, I listened with a cautious ear and  what I learned that it is those who do not follow instructions and focus on getting selfies are the ones that get burned. You must completely submerge yourself in the moment to surpass it. 
This was a four day event , but we walked on flames the first night. The 12 hours leading up to the fiery moment was preparation to get in the proper mental and physical state. Throughout storytelling, meditations, dancing , and chanting we were able to embed courage within. There was repetition, solidarity, and comfort knowing thousands if not millions of people have done this.

And so with 10,499 other people, we chanted “yes” as we marched barefoot to the site of the fires. 

What surprised me during the walk is how we collectively as a group were all able to conquer an innate fear together! I knew if I could do this, I was unstoppable. 

Ever since that weekend that occurred one month ago, I feel this inner fiery strength brewing within. For for the past four years, I have already started each morning with gratitude . But now I start the days with a fueled up magnetic gratitude. It’s as if I am living in the center of an orgasm that lasts the entirety of weeks versus seconds. Life has the potential to be orgasmic, but are we receptive to feel and reside in it? Can we make it longer as we do a beautiful lover? 

I visited a childhood friend recently and she informed me I have this sexual energy about me that people are attracted to. On the exterior it may appear as I am exuding this sensuality , but on dissecting it, another layer is unraveled .  The heightened energy is actually this feeling of loving life and wanting to abide in the fullness of it.  She informed me that people are lacking this in their own lives , see it in me, and want that love for life. What a powerful statement to make, but there is truth to it. 

Tony Robbins exudes this sexuality as well.  His charisma, charm, and power is magnetic. You don’t mind paying thousands of dollars for his programs or doing crazy stuff such as walking on fire . You believe in him, and it makes you believe in yourself.  I know as I write this it sounds very cult like, and for some people it may be. They follow Tony and select others through the ends of the world. As we watched Tony people ran towards the stage simply wanting to touch his hand, as if he was a rock star. My husband said “they just want to touch something Great.”

But the true magic doesn’t occur when we see people like Tony, it’s when we realise we have the power within. Just as kindness is contagious, so is strength and the ability to be intoxicated with life. ​

Take time to search and find the inner power within .  Take time to feed the fire daily, and you will find this inner fire is contagious . You will draw others to you for the beauty that you see and love in your life.

International flight rant

Today on an international flight from the US to the UK, I did something a bit out of character. I was rude to this stranger, not outright rude but not outright nice. She therefore mistook this as rudenesss. I made it to my flight with 30 minutes to spare, as my connecting flight was delayed. I arrived at my seat,Sweating from running throughout the airport only to find someone at my seat.  The seat stealer wanted a whole row to herself. As soon as I entered, she looked for another seat. 

I escaped to the bathroom and found a family of four surrounded my space. They asked me to move so I wouldn’t have to be by a big family who kept passing things over me. The husband to the right of me, next aisle kept saying to his wife “are you going to ask?” After several minutes of this, I moved to the row behind me without saying a word or looking at any of them in the face. She asked if I was moving, I said “yes,” and then proceeded to say to my husband and children how unkind I was. She knew I could hear her. I truly wanted to verbally lash some offensive phrases to her. But I held my tongue, and put on my headphones . I drowned them out, I didn’t want to make it a more miserable long flight than necessary.

I began to think, how unlike me this is. For someone who tries to relay the message of kindness being contagious, what was I expressing now? I never apologised but I was able to try to continue to convey kindness to others thought it the rest of the flight. 
Despite our constant work in trying to “be good,” we aren’t perfect. We have off days. Who knows what contributed to this ? The delayed connecting flight , running throughout an unfamiliar airport, someone already being in my seat, fear of missing my flight. Perhaps it was a combo of everything .

When we have these days, it’s a time to reflect what’s going on internally . Hopefully we can pause before responding , and carry on. That moment doesn’t have to define us.