My love is eternal.
Our bond; a sleeping baby.
I fill the room with thoughts of love.
Then I close the door behind me.
I imagine the other person.
Together we have established a pain.
I see love; an internal seal is shutting.
In thought I heal what I cannot say.
This is a brisk state, my mind.
Like ice covering a water.
A vision of us; you walking towards me.
As the vault feels our presence growing warmer.
Our contrast fusses for a deep mellow.
So the ice begins to crack.
It drags emotions up to the surface.
Pooling our bond upon a spiritual track.
~ B
Welcome to The Vibe Healer: Wellness Classes, a heart-led sanctuary curated by Brittney Johnston- educator, yoga guide, artist, and holistic wellness mentor. Brittney believes in nurturing the body, mind, and creative spirit through intentional movement, community connection, and hands-on healing practices. Whether you're seeking growth, stillness, or creative inspiration, there's a class for every rhythm in your journey.
Monday, March 16, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Spirit of Wind
There is a way to move the wind.
There is a way this is shaped without touch.
By voice shall things turn.
Uplifting what matters; uplifting us.
Feel a soft dust.
Feel the Earth's crust.
I listen to the sounds out here.
I know now how they shape us.
~
I am moving forward.
I am walking in the wind.
Up towards a stage.
Goosebumps trail the skin.
With my gut I will sing;
The stage is now filled with noise.
I can feel only who I know is there.
Fluttering through me; perfectly poised.
~ B
There is a way this is shaped without touch.
By voice shall things turn.
Uplifting what matters; uplifting us.
Feel a soft dust.
Feel the Earth's crust.
I listen to the sounds out here.
I know now how they shape us.
~
I am moving forward.
I am walking in the wind.
Up towards a stage.
Goosebumps trail the skin.
With my gut I will sing;
The stage is now filled with noise.
I can feel only who I know is there.
Fluttering through me; perfectly poised.
~ B
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