Letters to my horsewoman #14 min read
My daughter loves horses. And wolves. She wants to become a horsewoman. We have got the saddle.
I’ve had this idea for 4-5 years but never got myself to put my thoughts to action. You know the old sentimental idea of writing emails or letters to your kids, notes that they will open later and build sense into their lives through them.
Well, something triggered it tonight and here’s the first letter:
I’ve had this idea for 4-5 years but never got myself to put my thoughts to action. You know the old sentimental idea of writing emails or letters to your kids, notes that they will open later and build sense into their lives through them.
Well, something triggered it tonight and here’s the first letter:
# so, how’s your English?
Beautiful horsewoman,
I have a billion things to tell your, but I’ll start with this.
“The spine and the brain are the altars of God.
That’s where the electricity of God flows down into the nervous system into the world.
The searchlights of your senses are turned outward.
But when you will reverse the searchlights through kriya yoga and be concentrated in the spine you will be hold the maker.”
Go look up Yogananda on your Kindle. You will like it.
/Pupa tata!/
Beautiful horsewoman,
I have a billion things to tell your, but I’ll start with this.
“The spine and the brain are the altars of God.
That’s where the electricity of God flows down into the nervous system into the world.
The searchlights of your senses are turned outward.
But when you will reverse the searchlights through kriya yoga and be concentrated in the spine you will be hold the maker.”
Go look up Yogananda on your Kindle. You will like it.
/Pupa tata!/
Just letters to my daughter. You should try it too. With your kids.
