Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I begin by breathing deeply in and visualizing the dark red of my root chakra at the base of my spine that represents foundation and grounding, our connection to the earth. Once I feel secure in the dark red, I change the color in my mind to my sacral chakra, which is represented by the color orange and is located in my lower abdomen, below my belly button. According to Ashley, this is a very important chakra for me because it represents creativity.
Once I see the red and the orange vividly, I move upward to my solar plexus chakra, which is yellow. This is in the upper abdomen, below the rib cage, and is linked to self-confidence and self-esteem.
Red, orange, yellow.
I repeat the colors in my mind, visualize each of them moving up my body.
I move on to the heart chakra, which is green. Ashley says this one is pink for her because green isn’t the color of the heart. I prefer to use green so the colors go in the order of the rainbow. Makes more sense to me.
Red, orange, yellow, green.
Red, orange, yellow, green.
Onward to the throat chakra, which is blue and linked to communication and authenticity.
This is where I need help. How am I going to communicate to Rod that his team made a huge mistake on that project? And how am I going to communicate about…well, anything with Dragon?
No.
Not thinking about that now.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in…red, orange, yellow, green, blue…
Then the third eye, and this is where it gets slightly weird for me because sometimes I actually think I’m seeing something from that third eye, even though my eyes are closed. The third eye is indigo, that deep blue that hovers between blue and purple.
Here lies my intuition, and I’m going to need that tomorrow.
Hell, I need that with Dragon as well.
I breathe in, visualize all the colors from red to indigo flowing up my body, through all my chakras, until I get to the final one.
The crown chakra in the top of my head. It’s violet, and it represents spirituality and enlightenment.
Then I lie there, my chakras open, and this time, I breathe in and out, breathing in a pink haze of comfort, and breathing out the black smoke of negativity.
The whole process takes about ten minutes, and I concentrate on all that’s good in my life.
I’ve got what I’ve always wanted.
I’m an architect at the top firm in Denver.
It’s possible I can work on the project of my dreams.
My chakras are opened, I’m relaxed, and I let myself enjoy the fact that my life is exactly where I want it.
Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out…
The relaxing floral scent of the lavender seeps into my body, relieving the tension.
Facilitating the role of my chakras.
And I breathe, breathe, breathe…
Then I open my eyes.
Yeah.
I’m telling myself a bunch of lies. None of this is working.
When I have fewer things weighing on my mind, this exercise helps a little. It gives me something to focus on for a few minutes, offers an escape.
But once I’ve traveled through the rainbow of chakras, my problems are right there waiting for me, excited to start feasting on my anxiety again.
I’m sure this kind of exercise works for someone like Ashley. Colors mean more to her than they do to me. To me, they’re just colors. And I have never bought into the idea that certain colors correlate to certain parts of the body and certain parts of the mind and blah blah blah. It all makes about as much sense as my cousin Ava’s Tarot cards and all the heady spiritual stuff she believes in.
Me? I’m just Diana.
I’m an architect. Architecture is all about mathematics and physics. Sure, there’s a creative aspect to it—one which I enjoy immensely.
But if you don’t get the math and physics right, that beautiful building you designed will fall.
There’s nothing spiritual about math and physics.
I stay in the tub for a few moments longer because the warmth and aroma are relaxing.
Then I step out of the water, dry myself in a fluffy white towel, moisturize my face for the night, and get into the lounging pants and tank top that I wear as pajamas.
I lied to Dragon. I don’t sleep in lace nighties. I put that on yesterday morning because…
Because I wanted him to notice me. I wanted to entice him.
Admitting that consciously to myself is kind of freeing.
Now it’s time to eat something.
I finished my shake, so I head to the kitchen and make myself a plate of fruit—some pineapple chunks, watermelon chunks, and a Granny Smith apple. I think about my sister, Brianna. Granny Smith is her favorite type of apple—we grow them in our orchards.
I like them too. The tartness of the apple and the sweetness of the pineapple and watermelon create a refreshing balance—my favorite combination for fruit salad.