Whenever you're ready, whenever you're ready
Whenever you're ready, whenever you're ready
Can we, can we surrender?
Can we, can we surrender?
I surrender
In my flow season, —in my most feminine embodiment of listening to my body and heart—, I ended at Damla's Wataflow workshop —in this new place I was discovering in Kayaköy, Turkey.
After a couple of sincere connections, a really nice girl approached me, and I could notice, a real interest in meeting me was happening. The feeling of real interest and the deep connection was surprisingly increasing a sensation of warmth in my heart and belonging. A medicine woman.
This medicine woman, Burcu, invited me at the end of the conversation to join her in the Wataflow session that I had just signed up for upon my arrival. And just then the awareness of meeting her healing power came to me.
The therapy started. I was feeling flowy and light. I allowed her to take me to the experience with always precise indications.
Now I understand that still in the flow (in life) we can be unconsciously in resistance.
I couldn't avoid during the therapy, being sometimes in my mind, while my body was being directed inside the waters. Finally, I came to a state of meditation, just surrendering to the unknown. A big surrender, not only to the movement but to Burcu's guidance.
She hugged me like a mother hugs a baby, still with my eyes closed. My mind's protection saying to me "you are secure, nothing happened here, we just get dry and leave this place...".
She invited me, still with my eyes closed, to lie down on the floor.
My body started shaking. I didn't try to stop that reaction. I heard Damla's chant. I heard 4 sisters around me. I started crying. I felt their love. Grieve. A big grieve was unlocked from inside. Images of all those women who once I hurt came to my body as a feeling. I started crying out loud. I didn't control that. I allowed my sister's medicine to heal me. It took really long time, I just surrender to the medicine. Their calming, loving voices around me. I felt the wind on my naked body. They hugged me with a warm towel. Peace in my heart and body. Rest. Calm. I didn't want to open my eyes. I stayed there. I surrendered.
Peace.
We came all gathered around the pool, Damla was singing. She shared something, I didn't understand —it was Turkish. I noticed the beauty around, beautiful souls in service. A nice girl translated what she was saying, a small act that impacted my heart again.
I feel now so grateful, for this medicine woman, for this medicine woman healing with devotion in this corner of the world. I sent my gratitude and love to all of them. Thank you, Burcu, thank you Damla, and thank all of you beautiful souls that I connected with that day.