I stepped into the space with war heavy on my heart, with family and loved ones on both sides of escalating violence and diasporic divisions tugging my heartstrings in all sorts of directions. As I lay down and closed my eyes, Donnabelle’s sound bath began to slowly recenter me into my breath. Bit by bit, I felt my breaths become longer and fuller, and felt new space open in my heart to hold all of the raging grief and tender hope and stubborn bothness that needed holding. I could feel peace washing over me, could feel my molecules realigning themselves into coherent patterns. They seemed to start at my center and spread out in a mandala like shape across my body. The hitting of the gong coincided perfectly with the release of a deep exhale and I felt the weight of the last few days- or millenia- fall away. As the sound bath trickled to a close, I opened my eyes ready to embrace prayer and hopeful action and to renew my commitment to walk the path of personal and collective healing. – R.H.
