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February’s New Moon Meditation, Thursday 2.15.18February 15, 2018
Tap into the Energy of the New Moon!
Join Katherine for a small group sound meditation session on Thursday, February 15th. Four sessions are scheduled for:
11 AM-SOLD OUT
2 PM-SOLD OUT
4 PM- SOLD OUT
7 PM-SOLD OUT
NOTE: These are the ONLY moon meditations scheduled for this month. February is a Black Moon month meaning there is NO Full Moon this month.
You may also book a private session for your group of 4 people for this new moon event by emailing Kathy at email@example.com for other times not listed.
This month’s meditation will be an unguided meditation with singing bowls placed on the body.
Please arrive 15 minutes early to settle in & wear loose, comfortable clothing free of buttons and zippers. Reserve in advance via the link below.
Attendance is limited to 4 to allow for time for everyone to have warm water filled bowls infused with special oils to be placed on the body. Spaces fill up quickly so please reserve early
To reserve your spot online purchase here
Liquid Language on Fire IslandOctober 6, 2014
Recently I had the opportunity to self heal and reflect spending quiet time at the beach. The skies were overcast with an occasional appearance of the sun peeking through a gray cloud. It was quite an experience, being the only soul on a beach miles long, communing with the seagulls, terns, soft sand, the sky and the bluest of blue ocean that seemed to stretch onto infinity.
This time reminded and connected me of the reason why I love working with singing bowls so much. When I speak though the bowls there is need for no words, no language other than that of Liquid Language of Light and of Love. Transformation and reflection possible without every the need to utter a single word. A language first learned early on, rediscovered and recently remembered in the bluest of blue eyes of my beautiful Teacher.
A place so still, so serene in Trust and Faith I could walk up to a young doe, placing my hand on her head, stroking her behind her ears as her mother occasionally looked up from her morning meal.
How to put into words watching the sand dance in my bowl as I play then forming mandalas when it surrenders into silence. The jumping of sea water from my bowl as I place it on my husband’s knee, sore from the joy of years of bouncing twins on it.
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