What happened next for me!? This 'attack' lasted about 24 hours.
Washing machine drum cranked up to high speed. While this program of 'desperation' was running, I simultaneously dusted, tidied up, and hummed. Yes. It was a real effort. And at the same time, I knew it would lead to something big.
The gongs called to me. I went to the Sound Dome, where my gongs had been waiting for me all these weeks while I was playing other gongs during my tour in Switzerland.
I touched these beautiful gongs, played them, and a wave of love washed over me. They love me, and I love them. And together, so much wants to be realized, created, lived, and loved. YO-GONG has awakened to new power.
Yo-gong is my medicine.
Yo-gong is a love story.
Yo-gong is heart rate.
The storm has subsided. A new gem has emerged.
This morning I have absolute certainty – my place is currently here in Costa Rica.
To write blog posts like these. To create spaces where hearts open. Here in the community and wherever else life takes me.