Words, words, words. As children, we hear and vibrate to the sounds of language. We watch how words are used and who uses them. We associate feelings with words and these associations lock themselves into our cells. As we grow, vocabulary awareness becomes non existent and our words habitual. We lose connection to the vibrational might of every word, and allow ourselves to be lazy.
And yet!
Every once in awhile one shows up to remind us.
Flustra. Flustra. Flustra. Where oh where have you been all my life?
Feminine softness. Cloudy floating. Flower petal fields. Baby birds lifting up on whispery breezes.
The feeling is in alignment but you are off a wee bit. Nevermind.
But what does Flustra mean?
Flustra means ‘the calm sea’.
Oh my. How perfect!
Meditation is thusly named ‘Flustra’.
I love you, Flustra.