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Day 9 of the 30 day meditation. Balancing your Sacral Chakra.

Let's get that motor running.  Today's meditation was about balancing your sacral chakra.  If you go back a few posts to the Root chakra, you will see how you can breathe new life into the second of the seven wheels.  Located a few inches below the navel, the sacral chakra is orange in color, this chakra is the home of creativity, fluidity, sensuality, etc.  When this chakra is balanced, it can bring optimism, security in knowing who you are, positivity, optimism and more. 

Today's blog is going to be short, but I will tell you this, I began breathing light into my sacral chakra and the idea's for a new story I was trying to work on, began to come to me.  My writer's block has been lifted. 

As always. I'm not here to preach, these posts are for you to read them as entertainment or a useful tool.

Meditation:  do the regular breathing exercises until you are relaxed. Breathing in confidence and creativity and exhaling fear.  Then when you are relaxed, breathe naturally, breathing light into your sacral chakra. See the wheel spinning as if a motor is starting and imagine it getting brighter and brighter. When it seems brighter and balanced, slowly open your eyes take in your surroundings. 

Do this as often as you feel necessary. 

Until tomorrow...don't be afraid to be you and express you. 

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