Dropping in.

Dropping in. 

The sense of literally something within the body that drops down. 

An energy that moves from the mental space down into the body, into the pelvis, into the feet. 

The breath gets deeper. 

The eyes begin to see detail, colors, perspective, depth. 

Full sensual newness. 

Sounds, visions, smells, a head rush arises. 

Timid, sense of unfamiliar. 

Shy. My system is trying to take in all the new sensations, attempting to find its footing on new soil.

Volcanic soil to be exact. 

A new sensation under my feet. 

How does my body find its balance?

Like a child discovering a new environment, sniffing, watching, exploring. 

The attempt to appear comfortable, at ease in my surroundings. 

Are they watching me? 

Do I look like the average tourist?

Should I sit here, shall I stand there, how can I appear more familiar with my environment when it is all unknown?

I stop to listen to my beating heart. 

I go beyond the blur in my brain and let my eyes look around. 

I let go of the expectation of appearing like a local and let myself be curious. 

Is it ok to not know. Is it ok to feel uncomfortable?

Is it ok to not know how things are done here?

Is it ok to feel shy?

As I begin to embrace my state of being, the air begins to clear. 

My bubble loses its density. 

A black and white bird with a red head hops onto the wooden floor beneath my feet. 

So many firsts. 

I take the time to let my body integrate. 

No forcing. No pressure. 

Just breathe.