http://niasomoves.com/Rachaelsblog/developmental-anatomy/ Mon, 02 May 2011 03:09:13 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1 http://niasomoves.com/Rachaelsblog/developmental-anatomy/comment-page-1/#comment-306 11: I’m Back! Sat, 14 Nov 2009 21:26:14 +0000 http://niasomoves.com/Rachaelsblog/?p=57#comment-306 [...] lit candles.  We did the Five Stages of Self-Healing — embryonic, creeping, crawling, standing and walking — based on the developmental [...] [...] lit candles.  We did the Five Stages of Self-Healing — embryonic, creeping, crawling, standing and walking — based on the developmental [...]

]]> http://niasomoves.com/Rachaelsblog/developmental-anatomy/comment-page-1/#comment-146 Back Home: Embryonic Sun, 11 May 2008 06:15:15 +0000 http://niasomoves.com/Rachaelsblog/?p=57#comment-146 [...] At the end of the final day, after we received our certificates and our blue belts, I realized why.  I’m Embryonic.  [...] [...] At the end of the final day, after we received our certificates and our blue belts, I realized why.  I’m Embryonic.  [...]

]]> http://niasomoves.com/Rachaelsblog/developmental-anatomy/comment-page-1/#comment-138 Ruth Wed, 07 May 2008 00:49:22 +0000 http://niasomoves.com/Rachaelsblog/?p=57#comment-138 "This new place" What you say is SO profound and touches me deeply. If I actually live in the moment sensing the newness then I would be in embryonic where everything is new. My adult mind doesn't grasp that much newness fully. You have given me a feeling to begin. “This new place” What you say is SO profound and touches me deeply. If I actually live in the moment sensing the newness then I would be in embryonic where everything is new. My adult mind doesn’t grasp that much newness fully. You have given me a feeling to begin.

]]> http://niasomoves.com/Rachaelsblog/developmental-anatomy/comment-page-1/#comment-137 Creta Tue, 06 May 2008 16:31:10 +0000 http://niasomoves.com/Rachaelsblog/?p=57#comment-137 Dear Rachael, So here you are, a little black and white monitor sheds the only light in a darkened room and you feel chilled and worried. The wand slides through the gel and here on the monitor a tiny bird flutters in the darkness, "there's the heart" the tech says, startling you a bit (sound where there was deep silence). The wand circles like a prayer pressed against the skin, and there on the screen is a perfect, tiny, face- and then a perfect tiny hand brushes that face. You laugh out loud and you say, "there she is" inside, in your own heart, you say, "there she is- there I am". The whole world is love. Dear Rachael,
So here you are, a little black and white monitor sheds the only light in a darkened room and you feel chilled and worried. The wand slides through the gel and here on the monitor a tiny bird flutters in the darkness, “there’s the heart”
the tech says, startling you a bit (sound where there was deep silence). The wand circles like a prayer pressed against the skin, and there on the screen is a perfect, tiny, face- and then a perfect tiny hand brushes that face. You laugh out loud and you say, “there she is” inside, in your own heart, you say, “there she is- there I am”. The whole world is love.

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