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Yoga nidra has long been my favourite practice and is slowly, slowly teaching me how to access that state you speak of, that background of spacious awareness, through my waking life, whatever is in the foreground. It has been the greatest gift of my yoga journey 😊🧘‍♀️

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Wow the greatest gift. 😍 That’s beautiful Vicki. You should definitely write about that if you haven’t already!! 💖💖

I definitely feel the ‘slowly slowly ‘practices are the ones that wake us up the most!✨🙏

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Yes, I have written about it a few times, but I have so much more to say on this subject 😀

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Amazing! 🙌 Folks need this in their lives! 🤩Drop a link when you do. 🙏💖💖💖

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I agree David, folks definitely need this in their lives 😀 Most of my clients go away with a personalised yoga nidra practice recorded on their phone at some point in our work together! Here's one of the pieces where I wrote about it https://drvickiconnop.substack.com/p/what-if-you-dont-actually-need-fixing

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This is great! 🙌

So much synchronicity too!! ✨I’ve literally just answered a question along the lines of why growth (the drive for growth) can get in the way of growth (self actualisation) 😆 I wish I’d have had this link sooner!! Could’ve saved myself hours! 🤣

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Haha. Love those synchronicities! Glad to hear it resonated with you 😊

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What a lovely pause.... Made me smile too. Don't want to dwell too much on the physical. Pain today. Mentally, emotionally, spiritually pretty good. Noticing the birds more. How they queue up for our birdfeeders. The chubby, cheeky sparrows sitting amongst the winter jasmine. How they are excited that it's getting lighter and they're pairing up.

The tits that flit back and forth. Pretty colours. The long-tailed tits (my favourite) that come down from the woods in a gang like the local mafia, raiding the peanuts then disappearing. I remember my son calling them 'kitty dumplings' because they swoop too low sometimes and we fear the cats might get them. My son's humour brings a big beaming smile across my face though.

I've been thinking of writing less. Writing differently. Writing more of who I am and how I live and less of what I think others should be doing.

I have been thinking of how my life can be more of a dance and less of an ought. Hmm... Maybe I should (should?), could, if I chose, write more like this?

💜💜💜

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Thanks Karen ☺️

I don’t know what you should (should) be writing but I sure enjoyed reading this. Felt like being carried along naturally in a stream. 🥰

Also sign me up to weekly instalments of the long-tailed mafioso please. 😆

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😂 Glad you enjoyed it. I enjoyed writing it. I'll be open to more posts I can respond to in a more natural way. It FEELS good. 🤗

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Perfect. Trust the feels. 👌🏽💖💖💖

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I feel the desire to rush into Spring, but like you said, what is happening right here right now. Where I am it is warmer and things are blooming, but internally, I still feel a bit like winter and I want to honor that.

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I like that saying about the garden never rushing but achieving everything. All in good time eh 🥰

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Yes, exactly!

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