Fabienne Swoboda

Coming up! So excited for this. Whether you've practiced Authentic Movement before or this is new for you - you're so welcome to join. Follow the code to find all info and message me for questions, as always ✨

I am much more sensitive than I allow myself to be most times
words are relief they are great company
when feelings overwhelm the body

sadness is a well that never runs dry
but in this water is my will
water forges a path
it overruns it can pull you under
and it can be soft all the same
it's always determined without calculating
the water scares me
the water saves me

I noticed how grief
makes me hold my breath
it cuts off the power circuit
it tries to stop the flood
when the depth of the breath
comes back
the eruption occurs

When you come to terms with

What your own terms are

It becomes impossible to go back

To anything less than

Without going behind your back

So go out and go within

Find what rings true for you

And keep sounding

The voice of your body

Danke 📷🌟

I was just moving the bar left right, adjusting the light and the shadow. Then I put it back to 0 and sat with that for a while. How we can make something look. How shiny and bright we can seem, how shadowy and dark we may feel. How quickly we can shift from one state to another like a cloud blocking the view of the sun for just a few seconds or days.

Something in me wants to stay in the state I'm in, sometimes desperately. But I am making more and more space for allowing what is. To not only embrace what is, but to let myself be embraced by it. It feels like breathing out. It feels truthful. And it is liberating.

The picture above was captured in a moment of loving tranquility. I love it because the outside very much reflects the inside. Thank you for taking the camera from my hands.

I hope you find your moment of peace today. ✨

doors open
incessantly
flowers appear
from nowhere
suddenly you feel yourself
here
when there is no choice
but to give up on the plans
you may give in
to the moment
unfolding itself on the landscape
the light like the softest touch
of a hand full of love
the most brief interaction
leaves you longing
to once again be
here