Diyana on Nostr: haven't read but the title reminds me I meant to record myself narrating about an ...
haven't read but the title reminds me I meant to record myself narrating about an experience I was having in the morning of the Pisces new moon a few days ago. but it was full day and never got to it. instead I shared about it to my friends silent.link (npub1vr2…dzvx) and Seth1us (npub18v9…t8gn) I happened to be hanging out and chilling with that day. 🫂🧡
hope you enjoy👇🏻
Right Here, Right Now – A New Moon Embodiment Transmission
Right here.
Right now.
This is the moment.
I cross the highway, feet moving, air shifting around me. The ocean waits ahead. The tourist hum of El Zonte stirs, but my awareness is not outside—it is within.
There is something calling my attention. A pulse, a presence, a whisper from my body.
Pain. Sensation. Tightness in my pelvis. A return of something unseen yet felt.
Is it the ocean’s force still lingering in my bones? The imprint of waves that threw me down, skin meeting earth, friction meeting flesh?
Is it something deeper?
Something moving within me, asking for breath, asking for presence?
I do not rush past it. I do not push it away. I meet it.
I breathe into my pelvis.
I soften.
I listen.
For a moment, I catch myself thinking of someday.
Someday, my body will be relaxed.
Someday, the pain will be gone.
Someday, I will be fully at ease.
But that is an illusion.
Because this—this breath, this inhale, this exhale—this is the moment.
Not the future. Not someday.
Right here. Right now.
This is where embodiment happens.
Not when I am healed, but as I breathe through the tension.
Not when I am whole, but as I listen to what is asking for my attention.
Right here, right now, in this body, in this breath.
I claim this moment.
I claim myself.
And in doing so, I become whole.
hope you enjoy👇🏻
Right Here, Right Now – A New Moon Embodiment Transmission
Right here.
Right now.
This is the moment.
I cross the highway, feet moving, air shifting around me. The ocean waits ahead. The tourist hum of El Zonte stirs, but my awareness is not outside—it is within.
There is something calling my attention. A pulse, a presence, a whisper from my body.
Pain. Sensation. Tightness in my pelvis. A return of something unseen yet felt.
Is it the ocean’s force still lingering in my bones? The imprint of waves that threw me down, skin meeting earth, friction meeting flesh?
Is it something deeper?
Something moving within me, asking for breath, asking for presence?
I do not rush past it. I do not push it away. I meet it.
I breathe into my pelvis.
I soften.
I listen.
For a moment, I catch myself thinking of someday.
Someday, my body will be relaxed.
Someday, the pain will be gone.
Someday, I will be fully at ease.
But that is an illusion.
Because this—this breath, this inhale, this exhale—this is the moment.
Not the future. Not someday.
Right here. Right now.
This is where embodiment happens.
Not when I am healed, but as I breathe through the tension.
Not when I am whole, but as I listen to what is asking for my attention.
Right here, right now, in this body, in this breath.
I claim this moment.
I claim myself.
And in doing so, I become whole.