I just got back from the Sinai, where I spent the week relaxing, re-birthing and finding myself.What is re-birthing you ask?
Good question. Rebirthing (I did this in the sea) "reminds us of our original state in our mother's womb and is a primal connection to life." Honestly, it does sound like bobba meisers, but it was really really cool. You sort of breathe like you are in labor and I suppose the build up of oxygen causes you to go into some sort of very relaxed state. Nitza, who is a healer and very wise, held me in the water and did whatever it is that healers do.
Don't laugh, I felt awesome afterward, totally calm and happy.
Good question. Rebirthing (I did this in the sea) "reminds us of our original state in our mother's womb and is a primal connection to life." Honestly, it does sound like bobba meisers, but it was really really cool. You sort of breathe like you are in labor and I suppose the build up of oxygen causes you to go into some sort of very relaxed state. Nitza, who is a healer and very wise, held me in the water and did whatever it is that healers do.
Don't laugh, I felt awesome afterward, totally calm and happy.
The seminar was run by an incredible woman, Maya Sela who is a past life therapist and metaksheret.
As it was Tu 'B Av (the Israeli version of Valentines day- minus the chocolates and commercialism) this was a LOVE seminar. The main purpose was to learn to love ourselves first, before we can really love others. We did Moon Meditations (there was a perfectly full moon), communed with our love angel, learned about intimacy through touch and smell, wrote love letters to our bodies, and other wacky stuff. And I loved every single minute. Turns out that my soul mate is Ayelet- a young kibbutznikit who teaches yoga and fixed my back by doing Reiki. S'trues god. It is incredible to me how much space self critical negative messages take up in our minds.
So- angry, resentful and ugly Jo JUST HAD TO GO.
As it was Tu 'B Av (the Israeli version of Valentines day- minus the chocolates and commercialism) this was a LOVE seminar. The main purpose was to learn to love ourselves first, before we can really love others. We did Moon Meditations (there was a perfectly full moon), communed with our love angel, learned about intimacy through touch and smell, wrote love letters to our bodies, and other wacky stuff. And I loved every single minute. Turns out that my soul mate is Ayelet- a young kibbutznikit who teaches yoga and fixed my back by doing Reiki. S'trues god. It is incredible to me how much space self critical negative messages take up in our minds.
So- angry, resentful and ugly Jo JUST HAD TO GO.
I hung out on the beach all day long, drinking diet cokes and chatting with the little Bedouin girls who try very hard to sell you their bracelets, scarves etc. The truth is that they all have exactly the same stuff, but me being me, had to buy one from each of them. You all should know that I actually hate the beach. All that sand- Ugh. And the heat, usually not for me, but I cannot wait to go back down there.
It was magical. (and the Shakra Mikveh in the Red Sea was really cleansing.)
It was magical. (and the Shakra Mikveh in the Red Sea was really cleansing.)
The food was great. They actually bake their own bread, best I have ever had. Maya and the group go down there every month and so they know the staff really well. Hishem, (Edge) the kiosk guy/gopher/guy who knows everything, Prince (not sure what he does, but seems like everything, and Chef the manager run the place and smoke a shit load of Nargilla. They are really awesome guys.
I have to say, that this seminar was way more than 80%. Dana who organized it did an almost perfect job. My only issue is that coffee was only served at breakfast so the rest we had to buy from Edge (Now a buddy of mine on Facebook :-). Next time I will do what the old timers did and that is to borrow BPO/BSO's gazia- they will just have to deal with it. After the psychic wedding meditation, I realized that- Yes, I am beautiful. Inside and out. Oh, and I love myself too. Whew. I cannot wait to do it all again.
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