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Context, wisdom and art. Sometimes when I’m tea

Context, wisdom and art.
Sometimes when I’m teaching,
the words that flood from my mouth,
blow my own mind.

It feels like fruit tingles in my veins
and helium in my heart.
I often have no idea of
what’s flowing through.
and I’m acutely aware that
there’s something that’s not me doing the talking.

Ive realised this is why most of what I say in such situations, I barely write or speak about.
Because it’s almost impossible to maintain
the integrity of what goes down or
comes through me in those moments,
with words alone.

I do try, but mostly, I point, invite and facilitate.
It’s not anything I ever planned, I’ve just always felt in a way that trying to talk about what
I cannot pretend to wholeheartedly
understand, feels misleading and
will most likely create confusion and dilute its impact.

We often take for granted the importance of time,
space and context of many sacred teachings
including words and rituals.

Anyone who has had a moment they’ve m tried to explain to another and felt lost for words or helpless in translating such depth and magnificence — can appreciate my point.

Of course, there’s courage in sharing what’s touched you, shaped you or showed you a piece of the universe in a nutshell.

To place the art of the heart outwardly shouldn’t be overthought or curated. Else it’s not art, it’s just paint by numbers.

So my point — something I’ve been pondering, is that art should never be confused with wisdom. What I mean by that is. When we experience something in context, and try to teach the lesson you received out of context, it can lose not only its impact, but those we might be attempting to educate or inspire never get the opportunity to truly grasp the fullness themselves. It’s diluted knowledge at most.

If we confuse our sharing of experience or art as grounds for becoming a teacher before the knowledge has been beaten, burned, tested, trialling and ground to its most pure form.

We can distort the essence for others who are yet to walk that path. It’s like taking a piece of Uluru and sitting it in a museum in Sydney city and thinking people will be able to feels its heartbeat. Impossible. Continued 👇🏽

Podcast Ep 53: LAURA CORCORAN | CONTRADICTIONS OF

Podcast Ep 53: LAURA CORCORAN | CONTRADICTIONS OF PSYCHOLOGY AND GIVING THE POWER BACK TO THE PERSON @hersuccessfulmind

Laura Corcoran is a Holistic Psychologist. Her 10 years of experience in the field range primarily from forensic, mental health, and addictions She’s also an incredibly honest, raw, intelligent and kind woman a wicked sense of humour, and also a Mum of “two light beams”, as she puts it.

This episode is vast in its topic and while it began with the contradictions around some of the principles of psychology, we weave in and out of rabbit holes that most people can relate to.

Including:
Trauma that we might not realise is trauma (it’s not always how it seems).

How all of us have experienced a time where what we were feeling was too much and thus left that memory and emotional connect *frozen* in the subconscious.

Toxic bonded relationships we think are filled with passion but are bound together by pain.

An embodied approach to healing and the basis

The basics that psychology can forget that make all the difference to long term change

Sensory experiences, breath and movement for regulation and healing

A ton more…
Listen at the link in my bio 🎙

There’s this cunning pattern that’s developed

There’s this cunning pattern that’s developed in the arena of self-help/spiritual etched into many minds and clouding hearts. So many fun new possibilities for self deception that strengthen what keeps us strained. And it’s this pattern of believing we have to give up the joy when we’re beginning to gain insight into what it is to *be* a certain someone. And instead of finding what we are, we get hooked on building a new distraction. It’s such a subtle reincarnation from old me to *new* me that sometimes we don’t even notice we didn’t get closer to the magic, we only became entangled in a new matrix. My least favourite flavour of this mess is the idea that beige and wise go hand in hand. As is profound and serious are codependent. The thing I appreciate about being alive is how different we are in our expression of ourselves. How wild and chaotic and messy things can be while maintaining little piece of presence somewhere in the centre. It may be that there’s more space in Amber Marie than there is matter, but what matters most to me is that I taste that which is palatable. We get to *feel* and *be* — what a trip! I ache for the things that burn in my belly and I scrape my knees and get a little lost looking for what I’ve got here (over and over again). I sure do encourage losing yourself in silence, it wakes up the light inside. But what if exploring the edge of this world with reverence? With our breathing mamma who catches us when we fall. When my practices are out of balance (self-self, self-other, self-source and self-earth) I’ll know it in my bones because I sense a sense of empty. Not the spacious kind, the disconnected one. I felt like a little Mary for my morning. Thank f—k I made sunrise today. Two weeks of sleepy mornings has me a little dull. I’ve still got bags under my eyes but after a @gewrew class last night where my ass was handed to me on a sweaty platter, I’m a little more here again. Welcome to my morning musings. I think the point I was pondering was, don’t forget to human full out, too 🌻 and — joy.

I want every human being to not only understand, b

I want every human being to not only understand, but embody their birth right of sovereignty. Yes, I value the magnificence of interdependence. But before we can surf the ocean, we need to learn how to read the waves.

Not only are we taught to depend on cognitive analysis as a source of truth and guidance.

We’re not given a damn second of education around emotional regulation, breath or grounding in school.

Without knowing your body is a safe place to reside in, how can we hear the intelligence it’s trying to speak through sense and feeling?

No wonder we’re confused and scared — we’ve forgotten how to balance our very being through breath and presence. We’ve forgotten the simplicity of coming home to ourselves.

If you do anything today, let it be taking a moment to place your feet on the ground and relax the belly.

Breathe as gentle as gentle can be until you can barely feel your breath moving through you.

Then let your body move how it wants to move. Sit back and listen, feel and notice what you feel and allow it to be.

Rebuilding our connection with what matters as a macrocosm begins by invigorating the vitality within our microcosms.

This is an excerpt from Sovereign Space Ceremony February 2020. Our next Gold Coast event is March 14th with a few tickets still left (link in my bio @amber_hawken )

https://events.humanitix.com/sovereignspacemarch

We’re planning on coming around Australia this year, comment below and let me know where you are and if you’d like us to come to visit your city with SSC 👇🏽🧡

A prettier version of ⠀ what three weeks of ⠀

A prettier version of ⠀
what three weeks of ⠀
little sleep and ⠀
three generations of ⠀
grief moving through ⠀
an amber looks like. ⠀
Very long, gentle and⠀
slow exhales. ⠀
Hands on body when ⠀
mind tells very scary ⠀
stories that keep me⠀
awake and send me ⠀
spinning. ⠀
And a little calmer⠀
when the spinning ⠀
calls for a pause. ⠀
And the pause leads ⠀
to a vision, ⠀
and vision leads me⠀
to know deep in⠀
my bones how bored ⠀
I am with putting ⠀
the universe into words ⠀
on a screen. ⠀
I’m looking for connection ⠀
in ways with you all ⠀
that don’t require rules, ⠀
algorithms and trends. ⠀
I’m craving the carving of ⠀
art I touch with my eyes ⠀
(not on a screen)⠀
taste with my touch ⠀
and and feel with my heart. ⠀
I wonder I wonder, ⠀
what rumbles down under,⠀
the sick to my stomach ⠀
sense I have when holding ⠀
a phone in my hand. ⠀
A mix of deep appreciation⠀
for a vast soup of social ⠀
threads with a yearning ⠀
to feel, teach, *assist*, ⠀
and traverse side by side. ⠀
I think a close knit ⠀
crew of women rubbing shoulders ⠀
who feel that generating wealth ⠀
and touching millions feels ⠀
like a rather fond dream ⠀
and very much alive in their heart. ⠀
A shared vision with a big mission. ⠀
Easy tiny steps to guarantee ⠀
space for pleasure. ⠀
Perhaps that’s what’s next. ⠀
I believe a good vino ⠀
would be a requisite alongside⠀
fireplaces, large butchers paper ⠀
mapping dreams and dusting ⠀
boots to tread with ancient wisdom. ⠀
And dirty jokes coded with ⠀
plans of the kind of revolution⠀
where fierce love touches ⠀
each word that leaves our lips⠀
and silence is only ever a dramatic ⠀
pause to emphasise a point. ⠀
That feels good. Who’s in?⠀
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life and behold the bags ⠀
of sleepless beauty.
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Hello loves. I wrote on my story and I had quite a

Hello loves. I wrote on my story and I had quite a few of you ask what book it was from. It was just a little snippet from my journal yesterday. It seems to be easing off now, but it’s true that each of us is grieving in some way. Whether it’s an old way of being, a relationship, a city, a construct you once relied on — grief is moving through our veins doing its thing. Sending you buckets of love. Final thing — THANK YOU. The amount of love and support I received after sharing my Grammy passed, has been enormous and quite powerful. I’m so grateful for every bit of thought and presence that was sent my way. I haven’t replied to messages and comments as it’s a lot of screen time I’m not up for, please know it’s received and I appreciate every drop of love.

Even when I was an angry teen playing Korn in my r

Even when I was an angry teen playing Korn in my room while you held bible study in the lounge, you loved me. ⠀
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When I rocked up on your doorstep, determined and a little defeated, you took me in and taught me compassion. You hugged me gently while I raged. I didn’t realise that level of unconditional love existed in this world.⠀
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I sucked at any kind of sewing or craft you ever so patiently attempted to teach me and even though I couldn’t keep my questions about evolution to myself at Sunday school — you still adored me. ⠀
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You showed me what home *felt* like in my heart. It shaped an unshakeable trust in me that guides me to this very day. ⠀
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You taught me a type of heaven existed on earth. I know your journey to your own was a welcome one and I’m so grateful you’ve landed there, now.
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These last days by your side were precious. ⠀
I know you’re stoked that I read more of the bible in the last 72 hours than in my entire schooling years. I was honoured to.
Even if I added my own commentary.⠀
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Thank you for waking up for a few hours to say goodbye. I know the strength it must have taken. Another testament to your unwavering faith. ⠀
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Love you, Grammy. ⠀
So much. Even now as I sob in a little pile of grief, gratitude and relief, I feel the warmth of your spirit with me. Give Nan and Ga a squeeze for me, I know how you ached to reunite with them. Be at peace my, Grammy.

Rumour has it that some guy called Valentine was d

Rumour has it that some guy called Valentine was decapitated a few hundred odd years ago for marrying soldiers behind the back of the guy in charge of the country. Sounds dark, sweet and terrible. Kind of like your driving skills across an island of sand in rising tides in the pitch black, my gorgeous man.

Or the confusing censorship and collective gaslighting going down. Oops — that took a turn. It was a shock arriving off an island back on the webs to learn there was a significant amount of censorship online recently (more so than previously obvious). Socials don’t really give the same level of juice like they used to. Things like that make it less and less appealing and more part of a bigger healing unfolding. Maybe the gram will fall in a heap and we will be forced to look at the depths of ourselves and the distortions that are breaking down and cracking apart. It’s a weird and wonderful time. The painstaking part is — many who stand more stubborn than rocks in their righteousness, cannot see the fight they’re fighting is one our generations to come will feel more than most anyone of all. As always it’s that journey in, respecting and honouring self. Owning your truth in unwavering self respect without judging another or projecting pain is a tidy and sovereign skill all in itself. I’ll be scooting to telegram and clubhouse when I feel up to poking my head into another platform. For now — regardless of day and current suspected agendas in the air, I wish everyone mucho love.

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