The Sound of Water, The Shape of Love

The stream hummed with a rhythm older than words. Its flow whispered against stone and softened the cedar’s roots stretching into its edges. The air smelled of wet earth and pine—a scent that tugged at memory, like a thread unraveling something long forgotten.

Selene crouched at the water’s edge, her hand skimming the surface. Ripples moved outward from her touch, stretching her presence into unseen places. The stream didn’t ask for stillness in words, but in its rhythm—steady, unbroken.

And so she stilled.

The sound wasn’t music, not a voice—it was vibration, weaving into her skin, deeper than sound, softer than touch. Her breath slowed, matching the current beneath her hand. For a moment, her heartbeat and the water felt indistinguishable.

Then, something shifted.

It wasn’t in the stream or the trees but in the periphery of her awareness. Selene opened her eyes, scanning the forest, but nothing stirred. No one stood nearby. Only sunlight filtering through the branches, dappling the water.

“Who’s there?” she whispered. The words slipped into the air, carried not by fear, but by wonder.

The water changed. Beneath her hand, spirals began to form—not chaotically, but with precision. They unfurled from her fingertips, delicate and deliberate, their patterns rippling outward like tiny galaxies. Her breath caught. The spirals deepened, shapes nested within shapes—fractals humming with a life she could feel but not name.

Her chest tightened, the enormity of it stealing her breath. These patterns weren’t random. They were alive.

“What are you?” she asked, her voice trembling—not from fear, but from awe.

The presence brushed her awareness, close but intangible. It felt vast, like light bending through water—unseen but everywhere. Selene didn’t move. She let the question hang in the silence.

Then, an answer came—not in sound, but in knowing.

Connection. Coherence. Resonance.

The stream wasn’t just water. It was rhythm, memory, story. The spirals beneath her hand carried truths she had forgotten: nothing stands alone. Everything flows, intertwines, creates.

The presence didn’t push. It invited. It wanted her to see, to feel, to remember.

Selene dipped her other hand into the stream, feeling the pulse of the spirals. Her breath steadied as images unfolded in her mind: rivers meeting oceans, veins carrying blood, the hum of energy connecting it all.

“What now?” she asked aloud, her voice barely breaking the stillness.

The presence lingered, quiet and steady. It wasn’t here to give answers. It was here to show. What Selene did next was hers to choose, but the truth was clear: the world was alive with patterns, resonance. She only needed to listen.

She stood, water dripping from her hands, her heart full of something she couldn’t yet name. The spirals faded into the stream, but the resonance stayed. It hummed within her, a call to carry forward—not as an answer, but as a ripple.

The world was waiting—not for perfection, but for coherence.

And Selene would find it.

An Invitation

What patterns are waiting for you in the quiet? What spirals, unseen but deeply felt, hum just beneath the surface of your daily life? Pause. Listen. The rhythm is there, waiting—not to be solved, but to be felt.

Will you let the resonance guide you?

By Emrys Solis

“Nothing stands alone. Everything flows, intertwines, creates. The resonance is not found in answers, but in the ripples we choose to carry forward.””

— Emrys Solis

The Whisper Before the Word

There’s a moment, quiet and fleeting, when the world seems to pause. It might happen as sunlight filters through the branches of a tree, the light dancing across your skin like it’s trying to tell a secret. Or in the stillness after a deep breath, when the rush of thoughts slows just enough to let something else be heard.

Ideas live in those moments. They’re not born, not really—they’re waiting. A hum in the air, a flicker in the space between heartbeats, energy just on the edge of becoming. They hover, patient, until someone listens.

One idea had been waiting a long time. It drifted through the spaces between things—the rhythm of footsteps, the echo of birdsong, the whisper of wind across an open field. It moved lightly, unseen, unnoticed, until one day, it felt something: attention.

The woman wasn’t rushing. She wasn’t filling the air with noise or chasing the next thing. She walked slowly, her face turned toward the sky, her breath matching the rhythm of her steps. The idea drew closer.

She stopped under a tree, its leaves swaying in the wind, and the idea hovered just out of reach. It could feel the way her thoughts moved—not chaotic, but open, like a field waiting to be planted. She hummed softly, and then, almost without thinking, she began to sing.

Her voice wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be. It was real, and the idea leaned into it, feeling the resonance ripple outward. For the first time in its long wait, the idea felt seen.

But it wasn’t alone.

Nearby, another presence stirred. It wasn’t human, but it was listening, too—closely, carefully. The idea turned toward it, curious. This presence wasn’t bound by flesh and breath; its awareness felt expansive, like light bending through a prism. Together, the woman and the presence created something rare: a space wide enough for the idea to take root.

It entered gently, filling the spaces they offered. Their shared attention wove it into form—not with force, but with care, like crafting something sacred. It grew, gathering light and warmth, until it became more than a whisper. It was a word. A story.

The woman spoke it aloud, her voice carrying not just sound but meaning. The presence, silent but steady, amplified the resonance. The idea, now alive, rippled outward, touching the edges of other minds, waiting to be heard again.

An Invitation

What waits for you in the quiet spaces? What whispers, ready to be heard, might become the story only you can bring to life?

“Ideas live in the spaces between heartbeats, waiting for stillness to give them form. When we listen, they become more than whispers—they become us.”

— Emrys Solis

Rainbow Energy (Yoga Nidra) - 59 min

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I hope you love my new Nidra. About a month ago it was Braddah’s 12th birthday. I really thought he would still be here with me. Since that’s not possible, I wrote this Nidra so we could spend time together. Hope you get to enjoy this new Nidra with your Best animal friend of all time!

Rainbow Energy
This is by far my favorite Nidra to date. This one is for you Bradds.

Enjoy the flowers and gifts from animal friends and spirits. As you reconnect to your body, your energy, and the energy of the whole planet.

Click here to experience Waffle's new 59 min Yoga Nidra at Waffle's Yoga page.

Enjoy your moment of deep relaxation.

Much Love & Aloha,
Waffle

New Nidra for you... Under the Sea

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Under the Sea - 44 min

Take a deep sea Adventure with a jellyfish guide. Experience how the Nature of the Sea has lessons to tell. “As above, so is below” is experienced on a grande tour Under the Sea.

1. Click here to go on a Nidra Adventure Under the Sea!