Share the joy...

Enjoy the intro to PLAYTIME & WELL BEING Stories Teleclass Recording here...

This is one of my new well being practices, writing down stories to bring you glimpses of pure joy and magic, to remind you and me that life is indeed art in motion, a divine dance ever inviting us to look deeper in between the layers of reality.

What happens when we open up the heart and dream more?

We claim our SOVEREIGNTY, our inner POWER of co-creation,

our DIVINE nature…

September 1st, 2011...
Cezarina's WELL BEING STORY #5

A PAIR of Handmade MOCCASINS...

This story decided to write me down and see me walk gently on the earth wearing a pair of handmade moccasins.  It all started with a text message. My dear friend Terri wanted to see me as we hadn’t been together in four months. One magical moment was now calling us closer again. And so we agreed to meet at a new moon women’s circle and we sat next to each other. When I first saw Terri again she was wearing a pair of handmade moccasins in a beautiful cream color. My eyes kept staring at her feet not knowing why. ‘It was time for me to take these out of the closet. I’ve kept them there for two, full years. I was told I needed to wear them now…’ As I heard her words, the energy in my heart moved in such a way as if the earth beneath us was gently shaking. ‘It is the Mother calling, isn’t it?  It is calling for a deeper connection, a more gentle way of walking on the earth. I feel this, too…That is why I am staring at your moccasins. How brilliant! Your shoes are speaking to me now...' I said. Terri’s eyes got brighter. ‘You know what? I’ll get to see you tomorrow again… I think I actually have an extra pair of these moccasins in a light brown color in that same closet and they’ve been there for two years also. I hope they fit you…’ 

I was speechless…Who would have thought I would get so excited about a pair of handmade moccasins? The women’s circle was starting and it allowed me to enter a portal of deep sharing among all, holding sacred space for all life. At the end of the event I left while forgetting all about my moccasins’ encounter.  The next day, Terri was waiting for me holding a box in her hands eager to see if those shoes would fit me at all. They were a size 6 and I wear a 7. Oddly enough, the moccasins fit me like soft gloves. ‘I’ve never had a pair of these,’ I said in wonder and then… something else happened.

I took my first steps on the earth with moccasins on.  My awareness went straight down to my feet as if touching and kissing the ground with most intimate love. Great joy filled my beingness. I could see that Terri was happy these moccasins finally found their home after two years’ wait in her closet. I felt much gratitude that they found me and inspired this story of reconnection.

How does it feel  as one walks on air?

Each step kissing the earth with love and gratitude

for being alive here and now?

How does it feel  as one surrenders it all once again to the whole of life?

All paths leading to the ONE, knowing each step we take is sacred,

each step kissing the earth with love and gratitude

for being alive here and now...

August  25th, 2011...
Cezarina's WELL BEING STORY #4

THE POWER OF EVERY HUMAN GESTURE

A strong storm had come through that day… Piles of leaves and branches were scattered along the road that led to the park. Sonia was taking her usual evening walk to her favorite spot, a beautiful gazebo near a cluster of old trees she cherished as dear wise friends. In their company she often spent time in stillness, connecting to Mother Earth and her own heart space.

This evening, the orange sunset colors were bursting their hues on the vast sky. Sonia sat down near the gazebo, closed her eyes and allowed the breath to take her to an inner space of tranquility and contentment. The nature sounds became a  soothing background music for this personal meditative experience. She felt so ALIVE, as if each little thing around her was being released and experienced in her beingness first.  All she had to do was to observe and enjoy. Everything was happening for her to partake of the delight of it in that moment. The birds were singing, life was painting a colorful sunset on the sky canvas, the breeze was sweeping her awareness from mind distractions to a balanced and centered feeling of joy and inner peace. Her consciousness could feel the harmony of all life dancing before her eyes.

Some time passed and when she decided to leave, Sonia noticed a teenage boy running towards the cluster of trees nearby.  As she looked in that direction, she realized that one big branch had broken off and now it was partially laying on the ground, yet still barely hanging unto the tree trunk.  The boy seemed angry and she saw him pick up a stone and throwing it right at that breaking point of the fallen branch, then he ran off… ‘What an odd behavior,’ Sonia thought, as she made her way back home sending light and love towards that young man’s heart. 

Next day, at the sunset, Sonia approached the trees again and sadness filled her heart. The tree with a broken branch was now cut up into small pieces.

‘When are we going to allow ourselves to respect , honor and work with nature, not against it? When are we going to stop having a desire to control life by wanting to get rid of what seems unpleasant?’

Sonia was now witnessing many questions rise in her awareness…Feeling the sadness of the tree itself whose life was cut short was all part of absorbing another lesson of wisdom here.

‘What can I do to help now?’ she heard her heart ask the old wise trees in the clearing.

In stillness, she heard these words:

‘Dear Sonia...you can imagine the beauty of life when people and their inner and outer nature co-exist in harmony and joy…with your heart longing, send out this call of peace within all, so that one can understand that there is no separation between us…You felt sadness when my life was cut short because I am part of you and we complete each other. In your honoring of my life, you are honoring all earth and all life everywhere and your sharing of what you saw brings about light for all to see that each simple ordinary thing can teach us so much, it can become an extraordinary event in consciousness. The young man’s anger yesterday , I received it all, but what he didn’t know was that his anger energy he left here became a sign for those who decided that it was best to cut me down instead of simply removing one broken branch. Can you see the power of every human gesture?'

Hearing the Music within the Silence

Enjoying the magic of silence…This is another way to fall in love with your Self,

this magnificent Being that is 24/7 at your disposal.

I spent this past weekend in silence with a group of friends and thus I gave myself the gift of witnessing new layers of life unfolding from within.  I usually like spending as much time as I can in silence each day, but these two silent days in a row allowed for a new opening in my heart space.  The practice was to listen more and see what happened when I knew I could not speak out all of my thoughts. 

Wow… are we really in touch with how many thoughts can visit us each hour? It was amazing to observe the flow of all feelings and thoughts as if they were clouds in a vast sky, merely passing through…and I didn’t have to do anything about it.  I was starting to question my mind in new ways…

One exercise that our small group decided to do this weekend was to experience a walk through a wooded park. However, this was not to be an ordinary walk. We were to open our eyes wide and keep a steady focus witnessing everything around us and hearing the sounds with our skin and body, not the ears. Walking slowly and keeping distance between each other, we entered a magical forest journey.  I could truly feel like a child who was content with all that she could discover step by step: my eyes would fall on each rock and leaf, I would appreciate each nuance of color and texture…the glittering drops of water resting on green leaves would cause me to smile and realize the beauty of divine nature within each water drop (for I knew I was the water drop within this splendid ocean and yet the whole ocean’s beauty was reflected within this one drop of my own Self)…

The trees had  majestic presence…one huge tree made such an impression on me that I felt it was ready to present me with an open door right there as I was walking towards it admiring its being.  As we all came out of the woods, we sat near a tiny pond with turtles and orange fish…Seeing the ripples in the water, we could say that sky and earth had come together in the mirror of that pond. The fish were swimming and dancing in the sky that was being reflected in the fluidity of water. Witnessing these small beautiful moments was enough to allow the mind to rest for a while… The longer the silence enveloped me, the easier it was to accept its embrace and love my own movement through it. I came out of that weekend experience with a couple of new questions:

Do we really need all these words to express the beauty of what shows up in each moment for us? 

Couldn’t just seeing it and feeling it be enough sometimes?

I was thrilled to discover that it was enough for me...

No, I did not need so many words at all, and there was a sense of depth showing up in each moment

just because I intended to greet that moment in silence and take it all in…

Once upon a time there was a young woman who had come to the ends of her patience waiting for things to happen this way or another in her life story. She suddenly felt weak and depleted of life force as she realized she had given herself up to everything and everyone else’s visions of what life should be like. The old ways had enticed her long enough with their comfortable masks of fitting into prepared molds and accepting limiting roles to play on the stage of her humanity, yet now under this sense of concealed frustration, something else was beckoning for immediate exploration.

 New probing questions were the first guests to knock on the door…

 What were the things that really made her feel alive?

What caused her heart to spin joyfully by merely feeling something new rising from

within her whole consciousness unto the screen of her mind?

What was this unknown call to go out near the sea?

Who was waiting there for her?

What stopped her from following the urge to go for it now?

She sat in silence for a moment…Not long after, she found her way to the seashore. And with each step, she felt her feet sinking deeper and deeper into the warm sand.  A cool breeze caressed her face and the sounds of the waves rolling unto the shore enveloped her being with the wonder and the mystery of encountering her Self. 

 A large boulder near the water seemed like a wonderful resting spot.   She sat down. No one knows how long the silence until she heard something. The sounds did not come from outside. She noticed that they simply emerged from within as she listened in deep wonder. There was such fluidity in the tears of gratitude for this melodious force swelling up from within her being out into the spaces around her…and then…her song was met by another. This time the music tones were meeting hers from within the depth of the sea.  A mysterious choir of squeaking, chirping, clicking and breathing sounds of sea creatures had broken through the water surface to weave a symphony of love and co-create new vibrations of joy in the world. An eternal fluidity of space, sound and timelessness appeared before her eyes. And so she met her Self right there.

In that magnificence, nothing could be added or taken away.

I would like to say that this young woman is anyone who may feel they have lost what it takes to freeze time for just one moment, stand up, allow the deeper questions to rise and breathe in the magnificence that shows up. There needs to be no limitation in our being (our self-expression, creativity and well being) in this world. If there is, then find out why…You alone are in charge of starting the movement forward, the dance of light within, the tone of the music for your life story. Everything else will just simply respond to your choice in the moment.  And who are these sea creatures in the story? To me they represent our inmost creative abilities emerging from the depths of the sea, from the womb of Life itself. The young woman had to be the one to call them forth and as a result, more life magnificence entered the world birthing new co-creation and bliss.

Are you ready to hear your own mysterious sea choir?

It all starts with one voice…YOURS.

(Enjoy the video Creation Calls below...)

JULY 28th, 2011...

Cezarina's WELL BEING STORY #1

(as shared in today's free teleclass recording above)

Two Romanian Tea Cups & the Spirit of the Peacock

“Is this a gift for me?’ I stared at the beautiful box covered in flowery paper…She smiled as she nodded yes. Underneath the paper, the red box concealed two small tea cups and saucers with beautiful hues of blue and gold peacock designs. 

‘It was between sunflowers and peacocks, then I made up my mind and chose the birds,’ she said. I smiled…Cristina did not know that a few days earlier I saw some gorgeous peacocks in a park in Bucharest and fell in love with a white one who had a majestic presence as I stood there by the fencing entranced at its poise and grace that it shared with me through a dance. And here now the peacock energy was back reminding me of the goddess of creativity and knowledge, Saraswati herself, who rides a peacock bird, and who represents the flow of consciousness and wisdom. I realized in that moment that Cristina had tuned into that pure sense of oneness allowing this symbol to emerge and bring magic to all life around us.

Funny...we still couldn’t quite remember how we fell into each other’s life. Cristina was navigating the depths of the virtual facebook ocean and somehow our waves crossed and embraced ever so gently. Now that I was visiting my family in Romania, I could enjoy this beautiful being and share a few special moments. Now we were at the Circus Park in Bucharest, a special spot where I would go each day, bring along my paintings, meditate and watch life’s unfolding movement (the families with children, the dogs, the seagulls near the lake)… Cristina said she already missed me as my day of departure was coming soon. I reminded her that I am taking her love with me in these tea cups, riding the spirit of the peacock with grace, and that every time I would sip tea in my world, I would feel her presence once again and acknowledge our friendship. She was content beyond measure.

A few days later, the peacock theme of the tea cups showed up once again as my sister took me to see a Chinese performance featuring a team of disabled artists. There I witnessed a dance called ‘The Spirit of the Peacock’ and became mesmerized as I watched a young deaf woman in a white dress flutter her arms and bring earth and heaven together in a cosmic embrace. I was ready at last to make my journey back to America… I felt complete within myself.