Live Your Inspiration – BodyTalk Course

Do you dream of quitting your J-O-B to live a life filled with more of what you love?
Do you fantasize about finishing that novel (or starting it!), painting that great piece, sculpting a magnificent sculpture and/or embarking on a travel adventure?
Do you long to feel more passion and enthusiasm in your daily life?

If so, then this course is for you!

In this 4-week course you’ll:

• Release the blocks keeping you from fully living an inspired life.
• Let go of old belief systems that run counter to living from inspiration.
• Begin working on projects that have been nudging you for days, months, even years.
• Receive new inspiration that will lead you to a more inspired life.

Expect to receive one or more (or dare we say all) of the following:

• Be more creative in your work, with your money and your work/life balance.
• Feel empowered and excited about the work you do – whether it’s for yourself or an employer.
• Start your own business (or receive a promotion).
• Feel more inspired in every area of your life – no matter what you’re doing.

The format:

• Weekly, in-person group BodyTalk sessions for 4 weeks, on Monday’s at 7pm. Each week we’ll focus on a specific part of the 4-step Live Your Inspiration process. (Dates: 6/11, 6/18, 6/25 & 7/9.)
• Weekly, emailed Coaching worksheets designed to fuel your inspiration and creativity.
• Support of like-minded individuals who will co-create a more inspired life with you.
• Unlimited email access to me for insight, idea exploration and intuitive guidance.

You get all of this for only $199.

So, now, onto the questions. Cuz I know you have them.

Why BodyTalk? And BTW – what the heck is it anyway?

Simply put, BodyTalk is a personal and spiritual development system with a side effect of healthcare.

Your life gets better than you ever thought possible and those pesky headaches and body aches evaporate too. Regular BodyTalk has been called the “fountain of youth” (by one of my 60+ year old mentors) and has healed individuals all over the world from a variety of physical and emotional illnesses – from cancer to depression and anxiety to autoimmune disorders and chronic pain.  And it’s totally non-invasive and painless.

With BodyTalk we are able to effectively balance the body so false belief systems, fears and anything else that might be keeping you from living your inspiration (or having anything else you might desire) is released. When this balance occurs the body/mind/spirit is able to do what it does best – heal and return to its natural state of harmony.

Why you, Heather Strang?

Throughout my life, I have repeatedly encountered situations, people and events that forced me to let go of my left-brain-centric way of life to live from a place of passion, intuition and heart. Eventually, I was led to BodyTalk – an amazing healing system that allows the body/mind/spirit to be brought into balance – thus allowing miracles to occur daily.

You can read my full story here to see how I’ve left the path most traveled to carve out my very own.

In truth though, it’s not about me. It’s about the power of a consciousness-based healthcare system like BodyTalk working together with the collective consciousness of a group of like-minded individuals to heal on the deepest levels possible. This healing will allow all of us to be who we really are, in every aspect of our lives.

With this combination, we are unstoppable.

Now, doesn’t that just sound delicious?  Join me today!

So how do I sign up?
Great question!
It’s easy – just click here* to reserve your space in this 4-week course.

Questions? Email me directly.
And please note, limited space is available (due to location size) – so please get your RSVP in today.

*To pay via check, just email me to set it all up!

Anaiya Sophia, Author & Healer

Anaiya Sophia, famed author of Pilgrimage of Love (which I served as developmental editor for!) returns to Portland for her second tour through our illustrious city. And this time, Anaiya has a few different workshops available for your healing pleasure. The topic? One that is near and dear to my heart – the Alchemy of Love. You do not want to miss this.

Just sayin.

See below for all the details:

Breitenbush HotSprings, Tuesday, March 20- Thursday, March 22

SomaSpace, Saturday, March 24

OneDoorSpace, Saturday, March 31 – Sunday, April 1st

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

Your name repeats a million times in my mind
And I feel the longing for more

For your name in my mouth,
Your heart in my soul

For a love that burns longer and sweeter than the brightest harvest moon
We are one, you and I

And even the raspberries know it.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

-Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

You aren’t ever coming back
I remind myself, my hands digging into the soil
Like it’s a pound of flesh.
You won’t ever be near me again
I throw the dirt, hard.
It scatters, going no where
But all over me.

And that’s how you are for me,
Gone but everywhere
Lying all over my soul, in all my cells
To the point I can’t breathe.
I continue to tear away at what we created
Sure that somehow its destruction will put an end to the pain in my heart.

-Heather Strang

The burning question in every woman and man’s heart is how do we find The One?

By drawing from the depths of her direct experience, Anaiya will share with you that only by ‘becoming the One,’ will you attract the ‘other’ into your life. There will be Soul Mates along the way, but if it’s the Twin Flame you yearn for, then Anaiya has some ‘work’ you may be interested in!

Anaiya will be sharing her transformative work in Portland Sept. 9-11th. Click the links below to learn more, and register today!

Friday, Sept. 9th, Evening lecture as a teaser for the Sunday, Sept. 11th event at Healing Waters & Sacred Spaces. Donation-only. 7pm-9pm

Saturday, Sept. 10th, Awakening to Sacred Union at SomaSpace, 11am-5pm, $75

Sunday, Sept. 11th, The 13th Archetype (it’s YOU, the One!), Healing Waters & Sacred Space, 10am-5pm, $75

The day arrived
When she knew it was over

The illusion was gone
The veil lifted

The same tattood, good-time lovin’
Rum and coke drinkin’ men

Would no longer do
She would have to be stronger now

She would have to sidestep
Her own smooth-talking ways

Her own belief that she deserved nothing more
Than undelivered promises and well-intentioned lies

Her life was calling her in a new direction
In the direction of her truth

In the direction of uncertainty
In the direction of broken patterns and healed wounds

And so, she became what she never believed she could -
Whole.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

Non-attachment

No permanence
It’s all up for grabs
Nothing lasts forever
And it seems such a negative way to see the world
But the Buddha said it best
Damn Buddha.

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Sudden Realization

Everything I’ve been told is gone
Long gone
Here I am standing
Amidst beautiful, thin, tall, handsome, sexy people
Uncertain, unworthy and unprepared
Searching for guidance
I realize it is only my hand that
I have to hold
It is only me
To dance this one, last dance
So, here I go, here I flow
May god help me.

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China

Sun shines through bonsai trees
While orange leaves with red tips blow
Ever silently in the breeze.

We sit on plum benches, sipping from delicate tea cups
Letting the majestic oneness of this qi take us away
To 16th century China, to gardens created purposefully for the delight of the soul.

A study, a lounge, a gazebo and intricate carvings
Tell us an important story
We lean in to listen more closely.

Outside, the city bustles
But we can’t hear it, and we don’t want to
Instead, we sip tea and remember simplicity.

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The Dog In My Dreams

I feel him
I cannot see him
Or grasp anything but the color
Of his hair.
It’s golden brown
And he feels so warm.
He loves me, I am sure of it
And I, I am crazy in love with him
But I can’t see him
I can only feel him
I strain to recapture any image of him
I give up, hoping he’ll return
Knowing that when I meet him, face-to-face
I will know
And he will be mine forever.

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Trey Mikael

You scared me at first.
You were blue and silent
wet, with a cord so close to your neck
I stopped breathing momentarily
frightened that you would not be alright.
She rubbed your little, puffed up chest
and you began to scream, bloody murder.
You were not happy with us
0r happy with the last 16 hours really.
Being pushed and pulled and finally
dragged by your neck into this new world.
Nurses surrounded you and you screamed louder
I took pictures – did the flash startle you?
I turned it off as soon as I could
I was eager to reach out to you, to touch you.
As they wiped you down, rather roughly, I thought
I spoke to you
I told you how much I loved you.
When your dad held you, I whispered quietly in your ear
and you stopped crying.
Your eyes, heavy from the drama of birth
shuffled over to the sound of my voice.
It was familiar, wasn’t it?
I had been talking to you for some time now
You were tired, your mom was tired, we were all exhausted
It was 3:30am after all.
But all of that to say, thank you
Thank you for coming into this world Trey
for choosing us as your new family in this crazy, mad little world of ours.

Thank you.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang

I blame you
So I can keep my story
You know, the story where
You did me wrong.

The story where
I am a victim of your
Heinous, terrible, irrefutable acts
Of unconscious thought, repression and rage.

You know, that one.
Then, during a monologue
By a young man with curly black hair
And dark framed glasses (much like a lover from before)

I am released.
The gig is up
The truth revealed -
There is no one to blame (Gasp!).

I am the victim of no one
I am not a story comprised of sad, sad bits
Or a sequence of events where I was disempowered
I am this one moment.

I am born new in every single, solitary moment
It was not you, or them or even Him.
It was, what is
And that’s simply okay.

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Cleaning

Scrubbing the bathroom sink
The words come piling in
Slow at first, easy to remember
Then, like a freight train building up stream
The words accelerate, take on a life of their own
Whole paragraphs appear, rhymes and epiphanies
Letters to mother, cries to lovers – it’s all there
The sink shall have to wait.

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First Love

She was the first
But not the last
She loved with the tenderest of affection
But there would be more
Secretly knowing this
It was rejection that found its first word
She retreated
But she did not give up
By adolescence there was a fierceness
Even she could not accommodate
The spaciousness of time took the place
Of hugs and kisses
Leaving her was hard
But harder still for her
She didn’t show it, put on a brave face
But inside, she was dying
She soldiered on, as she always does
But all the while hanging on to the knowing
Knowing, in the end, the love would return
In the end, the light, the glow of sparkling blue eyes
Would appear, and all would be right with the world
Again.

Copyright 2011 Heather Strang