Halls Pond Healing Arts

08/24/2026

YOGA classes: Tues. 8:30am, Wed. 5:30pm, Thur. 11am. Everyone welcome!

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07/28/2026

Tuesday
morning classes will now start at 8:30am

07/13/2026

I become a quiet threshold of calm in a world that forgets its own spirit.

This reminds us that shamanic steadiness is not loud or forceful; it is the soft presence that helps others remember their own belonging. In the old ways, a person rooted in spirit becomes a living sanctuary where breath, clarity, and ancient presence gather. When we hold this sacred space within ourselves, we offer a gentle path back to connection for anyone who meets us.

🍃Shamanic Journey Invitation: Where is your spirit asking you to become a calm threshold for yourself or another? This journey invites you to sense the subtle place where your presence can restore connection.

Text on Image: “May I be a sacred space in a world that forgets its own spirit, a quiet place where breath and ancient presence gather. May my steadiness soften the noise and open a calm threshold for those who cross my path. And may every being who meets me remember the light living within themselves.”

© DailyShaman/CM 2026

“DailyShaman” reflects a way of living, not a title claimed; walking between worlds to offer an inclusive, modern spiritual experience.

06/26/2026

A healer is someone who chooses to become the light they once needed in the dark.

Not because they never broke, but because they remember what it felt like to wonder if the light would ever return.

꩜ Ella

06/26/2026

06/17/2026

Today my mind tried to run away again—
panicked little rabbit
bolting into bramble,
certain the sky was falling
and the earth was plotting
all sorts of shenanigans
beneath my feet.

Bless it.
It means well.
But it forgets
I’m made of stardust and stubbornness,
moon-silk and tiger breath,
not just this jittery pulse
and hyperventilating imagination.

So I called my heart home.
Whispered it back
like you call a child
who’s chased a butterfly
too far into the tall grass.

“Come sit with me,” I said.
“Right here.
In this little bowl of sunlight.
Nothing is demanded of you
except your presence.”

And slowly—
like dawn stretching
her rose-gold arms—
peace unfurled.
The air softened.
The moment opened itself
like a wildflower done
with being ignored.

I remembered the ancient truth
I keep misplacing:
Life happens only now,
in this breath
and the next,
in the sweet hum
between heartbeat and hope.

Anxiety tells extravagant stories.
Presence tells the truth.

So I dropped the predictions,
the catastrophes,
the heavy sack of imaginary storms—
and stood barefoot
in the sacred here.
The only place
the soul can sparkle,
the only place
the magic still listens
for my yes.

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Poem © Angi Sullins - my new book "Unmasking the Myths" AVAILABLE HERE: https://angisullins.com/shop-3-2/

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