Anahata

When the wild woman we wake up, we dance out the rhythm of the heartbeat of the Earth.

Detail from Anahata, acrylic by Fanny Wild

We become tree.

… Our blood boiling sap.

Detail from Anahata, acrylic by Fanny Wild

We become wise and understand the teachings of the serpent told to leave the shame of being what we are behind us, like a molting.

Detail from Anahata, acrylic by Fanny Wild

At this stage, no turning back is not an option. Our eyes are open to good and ordinary finally appears as it is. Wonderful and anything but ordinary. For SEE with the eyes of the wild woman is opening her heart.

And we can finally FEELING.

feel:

This beat between the foliage.

Detail from Anahata, acrylic by Fanny Wild

This beat in a stream.

Detail from Anahata, acrylic by Fanny Wild

 

 

The wing beat of a nozzle in the wind.

Detail from Anahata, acrylic by Fanny Wild

This race barefoot in the Earth awakens us.

All in mud.

Happy.

Anahata*, acrylic by Fanny Wild
*Anahata is the sanskrit name oh the heart chakra.