Ingrid Araly
The body comes to know us. We experience ourselves through touch and come to know our bodies by the feel of the soul, the spirit it houses. Our bodies are containers. The relationship of body and soul is the substance of a limitless power submitting to being contained, but it in and of itself cannot be contained. This is a mysterious thing. It was meant to be mysterious and simple.
The body falls asleep to release its spirit. Sleep is the 'little death', and how we sleep and regard sleep is indicative of how we view our deaths. It is practice, a spiritual practice to sleep, if we want to 'see' our truth! - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 2.2.14
The body comes to know us. We experience ourselves through touch and come to know our bodies by the feel of the soul, the spirit it houses. Our bodies are containers. The relationship of body and soul is the substance of a limitless power submitting to being contained, but it in and of itself cannot be contained. This is a mysterious thing. It was meant to be mysterious and simple.
The body falls asleep to release its spirit. Sleep is the 'little death', and how we sleep and regard sleep is indicative of how we view our deaths. It is practice, a spiritual practice to sleep, if we want to 'see' our truth! - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 2.2.14
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Ingrid Araly in a pristine environment, a forest, standing in the water.
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