Shrek’s Savoring Season

There’s this one Indian restaurant in Hong Kong that makes the perfect dal tadka.

And I mean perfect.

If someone were to join me for lunch at this restaurant and add salt to their dal tadka, I would think they were insane. “Why would you add more seasoning to something that’s already perfect?!” I would wonder.

I wouldn’t wonder that at other restaurants. Because, aside from Bombay Dreams, I haven’t been impressed with the dal tadka at other places.

It’s usually pretty bland. Missing something. Or a few somethings.

I have no idea what because I’m not a chef. Or a cook. I realized the other day that I have basically eaten out for every meal since February 2021. Unless we’re talking about how to make a green smoothie in sub-sixty-seconds, I have nothing to contribute on the topic of preparing food for oneself.

But there’s a reason I’m writing about Bombay Dream’s perfect dal. And the reason is this:

As I’ve offered more and more shamanic sessions, I’ve come to a realization. With most people who come to me for sessions, my most fervent wish is to help them reach a savoring season.

I’ve written about savoring seasons before. It’s a phase of life where things are just right.

Where, like a perfectly seasoned dish, there’s nothing you need to tweak or fix.

You simply savor your life. The same way I savor Bombay Dream’s dal tadka.

There’s a relaxation that accompanies savoring seasons.

An ease.

A sense of rightness.

And there’s no knowing how long it will last. I spent most of last year in a savoring season. Then in February, being overmedicated (IVF hormones) while navigating two moves meant that my savoring season ended. I transitioned into a growth season instead.

Not as relaxing or easeful, but beautiful in its own right.

Currently, I’m not sure where I am. I might still be in a growth season. I might be back in a savoring season. Or maybe something in between.

I’ll know when I know.

But here’s something I do know: earlier this week, Shrek did a shamanic session with me.

And, as we opened up his energy body, there wasn’t a single thing to clear.

Not one single thing.

There was nothing to tweak. Nothing to adjust. Nothing to release. Nothing heavy he was carrying that his body was ready to let go of.

His system was already working in perfect harmony.

In a balanced state of ease.

And the message at the end of the session was this:

Wherever you want to be, that’s the right place for you to be. Trust that.

Sounds like a savoring season to me, huh?

Energy work – it’s pretty cool. Big fan, over here.

And I didn’t used to be. I couldn’t understand why anyone in the world would ever book an energy work session when they could spend their money on a massage instead. But now I get it.

Enjoy your savoring season, my ogre twin. May it be full of all the sewer Skittles your green hand can snatch.

Keely

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