WHAT'S IN A NAME?

A pump, a spiral, a muscle squirting blood, a life force, an organ of truth, a knowing. An emotional centre, an ache, a warmth, the hearth, the centre, a knowing. Grief, more grief, expansion, expression, daring, courage, fearlessness, vulnerability, radiance, rage, yes and no.

A field extending beyond the body. Magnetic, electric, resonant. Drum, rhythm, beat, coherence, ecstasy.

Anāhata Chakra: the unstruck vibration or sound.
Kalpa Vṛkṣa: the wish fulfilling tree, desire aligned with Dharma.
Hridaya: the spiritual heart, the true self, giving and taking in balance.

The seat of pure consciousness, love, compassion. All-inclusive reality. The place that knows no separation, a place to integrate, a place to land.

Then down, into the earth we go, underground, into the dirt, the unseen. Support from what’s beneath us, what’s behind us. A network, a system, very strong, or extremely fine, stubborn, anchors, trunks, rocks.

A sense of place. Lineage, ancestors, countries, landscapes, foods, smells, songs, languages, attitudes, demeanor, culture. Tatties, neeps, cabbage. History, family, parents, siblings, communities, resources.

Pelvis, sex, womb, penis, vulva, mucus, semen, blood, waters, amniotic fluid, life and death.
Yoni, Liṅga, Śakti, Śiva. Sacred dance of creation. Sit bones, feet, heels, toes, legs, trunk, base. Mūlādhāra, Svādhiṣṭhāna, Kuṇḍalini, pure potential.

Downwards, down, descent, darkness, Innana, unknowns, ego-death, rebirth. Nourishment from the soil of your being, compost, where rot turns to nutrients. Tending, nurturing, resting, the mud the lotus blooms from.

I’m nae awa t’ bide awa, I am nae away t’ leave y.
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Om Pitr̥ Devyai Namaḥ: I bow to the spirit of all the departed ancestors.

What is in a name? My heart, my roots.

In my heart and in my roots, there is language, expression, freedom and movement. Sweeping my heart of illusions, I grow closer to the earth, breathe her in, make her offerings, she can handle it all. My heart stands for connection, inspiration, diversity, eclectic musings, gatherings, and song.

I am life, and I will die. I will go back to the earth one day, back to the stars. Before that, we can gather, share, laugh, talk, and become present with all that is.

Yoga is a gift to our hearts and roots. Systemic constellations are a gift to our hearts and roots. For a while, they pour through the lens of my heart, and the ground of my roots.

Love, Jill

www.heartandroots.co.uk