Inhabiting myself is looking inside myself.
Inhabiting myself is taking care of my soul.
Inhabiting myself is taking care of my internal drawers.
Inhabiting myself is distinguishing what I think, what I say, what I feel and what I do.
Inhabiting myself is being sincere about how I am at every moment.
Inhabiting myself is being sincere about how I feel at every moment.
Inhabiting myself is observing the continuous undulation of my processes.
Inhabiting myself is being in my body, in my mind, in my emotions.
Inhabiting myself is anchoring myself to the empty axis of my innermost string.
Inhabiting myself is finding myself in the silence of my movement and rhythm.
Inhabiting myself is giving myself permission to make a sacred audit of my most intense states.
Inhabiting myself is taking inventory of every emotion in which I invest, and every thought that drains my vitality.
To inhabit myself is to clean every corner of my body, to shake off the cobwebs of suffering in stagnation.
To inhabit myself is to empty every drawer with clothes from yesterday that I no longer wear.
To inhabit myself is to donate every size of thoughts, emotions that no longer serve me or contribute to me.
To inhabit myself is to find in every thought, a melodic note that incites me to dance among laughter.
To inhabit myself is to decide that every emotion has information.
To inhabit myself is to give movement to the body with presence and devotion.