When you seek the course of creation, and act upon it, you pave the way for others to do the same. As we know, the world only needs more people who have come alive. Now is your time. What is your rebellion?
As a rebellious creative who pretty much abhors social conventions, I have always held an inner revolution against our boxed love culture -- the way we attempt to tie love down to our expectations, labels, attachments, and claim some peripheral form of ownership upon another heart. Those who know me have asked, with true curiosity, why I have decided to marry.
Maybe you're missing someone today, maybe you wish you wouldn't have left; maybe you still don't understand why they couldn't stay. These feelings serve a purpose; you miss them because they mattered, you miss them because a heart never forgets. Don't wish away the memories, don't beat yourself up because you swear you can still feel them, smell them, see them standing in the hallway as though they're still here today. Don't feel bad for a heart that remembers, but don't waste time begging back a heart that couldn't stay.
Slowly, I started to rediscover God: in the sunsets I watched religiously; in the sea that I was privileged to swim and scuba dive; in the ever-changing sky; and in the unique silence and presence of the jungle and woodlands. God was in the essence of beauty, and as I witnessed that beauty, I experienced God in me -- my own divinity.
And being aware means I am forced (kicking and screaming) to look at what I do not want to look at. What is that? It's usually uncomfortable feelings. Feelings of irritation or anger that I try to dispose of without metabolizing. Feelings of old hurts that need resolution or better dissolution.
If we can start becoming aware of the things that we do have in our life and feel genuine appreciation for them, then we start the flow of Manifesting abundance. Try it now by making a list of some things you are grateful for in your life today and why you are grateful for them. Pause after each one and feel genuine gratitude and happiness in your heart. Take a few deep breaths in that gratitude and then move on to the next.
Does my daughter really want or need this or I am buying it because I feel guilty for missing that concert? Will I make someone's day that much brighter with a coffee mug or tie? Couldn't I also do that by taking them to lunch or spending an afternoon together? Do the holidays have to keep being just about material things? What would happen if we went back to making them about people instead?
Down dimensions of telepathic trips,
sway my hips,
trace your kiss with my fingertips,
to taste you long after I walk away.
I stop to close my eyes.
Can you feel yourself love?
Can you hear your own voice?
Silence your mind.
And we dance.
If you're brand new to an area, then it's possible you haven't learned enough to cross the threshold yet. But for most of us, we know what works and we have enough knowledge to make progress. It's not about being more intelligent or more skilled, it's about overcoming distraction and doing the work that already works.
Yoga will hold up a mirror while you thrash and kick at the reflection until you bleed on every last shred of glass and then let you pick out the shards, piece by piece, forcing you to have intimate contact with your wounds and see who you really are over and over.
Because some people speak of a calling as clouds clearing, a great voice from the other side of the woods, and a path made open like seas parted or cornfields after the crop has been harvested and now you can see again to the place where ground meets sky. And I do not have or know this. Or if it happens, I have yet to recognize my own name. Still, I'm walking in.
Till all that was left was our molten core of
Savage passion and
Pure unadulterated liveliness
And even though she is gone
And every nerve ending wails Her name
I am finally
As life began to pick up speed, I stopped wondering if he would call, or if he still cared. I stopped him from dominating my thoughts. I stopped pining for unrequited love. That's when he called, of course. But I stopped answering. The call of my Soul was on the other line, and it was tired of being placed on hold. I stopped ignoring it, and finally let it dictate my course of action.
We have only known each other in small moments, our paths crossing in a river of daylight and then disconnecting again, but I miss you, Alegría. I miss the feeling that you reside inside me, your ebbing light that begins in the corners of my ribcage and then starts to glow.
This is the moment, you have nothing to lose. Don't let anyone around you make you feel guilty for stopping or have you believe that you're running away from something. The thing is, even if you stop, it's impossible to run away from what is rightfully, beautifully yours.
Non-attachment is a sweet letting go of who you love. Tough love is what teaches the most potent lessons, and a mother will always wish to carry on the duty and see a child grow whilst the time is ripe. Losing out on that is a sin that goes beyond punishment.
"Look. This morning, there was a man on the Today show, he said something and I totes thought of you. His family had survived a hurricane and lost everything. Even their dog. He said, like, 'in the darkest of times, you can either let it destroy you or let it create you.' So maybe, maybe try to let this create you instead of destroy you. Think of your life as a blank slate."
He was an entire curriculum wrapped in a bald-headed package with the most beautiful hands she'd ever touched. His lessons were tough -- on living now and letting go and loving hard when there's love to be had.
I knew because of the way I felt and the emotions I was receiving, I had harnessed something special. The spirit called me and I knew I had to learn more about Yoga. I wanted to learn about Pranayama, chakras, divine callings, asanas, heart openers, tradition and mantras. I didn't know if I wanted to be a Yoga teacher but I knew I wanted to delve deep into the practice; I just wanted to live life, experience life, live the journey, not worry about the destination. This is really what living is about, right?
Moment by moment, we breathe. Within the silence of our breath, we find that respite and calm. I remind myself of this simple fact from time to time when feeling a bit overwhelmed by the world and all its goings-on. I stop and focus on the breath and think of nothing.
Make your art. Tell the truth. Take that selfie. Step into yourself. Wear that dress. You know the one I'm talking about. The one that feels like heat and sex and swirls around your legs like the sweet seduction of freedom.
I raise my hand,
aware that this act will not be well received.
I do not care.
This is not about me.
This is about my sisters
who were burned at the stake for their defiance.
This is about my sisters
who are murdered
for their gender
and sexual expression
As we grow and change as humans, so do our relationships. I understand this, just as I understand that at the end of the day, we have to learn to be our own pillars of strength. We need to learn to claw our way out from the jowls of hell of our own creation that we throw ourselves into of our own accord.
I wish we all received the same kind of instruction about our bodies. I wish that as soon as we became body-conscious, we had been taught to never copy someone else's physical lines, to never attempt to make another's lines our own.
It takes practice, but now I can ask myself and get a clear Divine answer. Is this feeling from the past? Does this reaction have to do with the present? How am I truly feeling? In the quiet, the Spirit world will always answer.
It's easy to cultivate our own honey. And, who wouldn't want to make themselves sweeter? All you've gotta do is place the hand on your heart while in a deep, heart opening backbend and the honey will start flowing. But be careful, the bees will gather.
The 5 elements and the 4 directions are archetypal and energetic maps that are as metaphorical as they are very real and embodied. Everything we see, taste, touch, feel, and do can be interpreted through the gateway of the elements within and without.
Society lies to us when it bombards us with what love looks like, how we must look like to be pretty and feminine, to be masculine, to be good God-fearing people – we are surrounded by lies. How then do we challenge those lies to find our true truth? What would our lives be like without all the lies? Who would we become, how would we move in the world, interact with others, how would we love? How many people have been driven insane by their own lies? How many have committed heinous crimes based on their own lies? How many people have stayed in relationships that were bad because of lies?
Every night he tucked her in,
his folds of thickest fur,
he loved to watch her color rise
as warmth enveloped her,
and sometimes in her deepest sleep
he'd see a bit of cheer
in the lifted corners of her mouth,
the one he held so dear.
We are all messy hearts pulled apart by computer screens and pride, and I wholeheartedly believe that if we could, we'd remove the digital screens and run up to each other, arms open and sit cross-legged with each other for hours, just enjoying each other.
They were so similar then, both strange and dangerous, they were strangerous, they were wild and untamable with stars in their eyes. At least she had been, at first. They were like lion cubs in love, reckless and roaring and rolling and playing, blind to life's rules and deaf to the heeds of those who told them to slow down, to be careful. But it was like when Harry runs to Sally on New Year's Eve and says, "When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." They could find no reason to wait to drown in each other.
"First, you'll watch Steve do me," said Wendy in her soft voice. Her dark curls framed her porcelain skin and full lips. She was about my age. On the wall behind her was a poster of a recent award-winning film. I realized she was a filmmaker, like me, and it occurred to me that this would make a great scene in a Woody Allen film.
In casting off your armor, you now sit in the world naked with baby flesh that needs caring for. And your belief needs to be in the newly exposed self that you barely know. And you have to get to know it, believe in it and care for it, all at the same time.
Thank you to my ten ten heroes, one manager, She and Angel -- the profundity of your presence and the gifts as a result of your actions: all quiet, loving and frightful have had a ripple effect on how things can be better in our world -- because of your courage in being who you are and nothing more. The messy, beautiful you. And I know it will continue to do so.
I hope you know how loved you are.
I hope you know it in your marrow and
in the space between heartbeats.
I hope the weight of it crushes you.
I hope it obliterates your preciousness and untruths.
I hope you wake up
In its small boat, let compassion put up its white flags of hope that stretch in the fierce wind, and sail on the ocean of your beautiful and complex life, far out to the horizon of hope and possibilities.
A child is born from its mother in a small room. It grows from within her and comes out a hole in her body that's invisible. It's like a magic portal that only doctors can see. She brings the baby home and cares for it as it grows up. Once the baby is old enough to care for itself, her parents are no longer needed. They are taken away by God and the baby is alone. Now the baby must become a mother.
Dear Professor, you probably don't remember me. It was a long, long time ago since you've seen me and I am sure you have had many students come and go since I last sat in your class. To be completely honest, the images are a bit fuzzy for me as well.
Even to this day, people would question my being a feminist if I wear beautiful dresses, braid my long hair, let my man support me and be proud of my body -- honoring the woman body out loud. I am more of a feminist today than I ever was, because I no longer oppress myself and my body.
You see, I have a disease. It's called Dissatisfaction Disorder. Its main symptom is an inability to appreciate the present moment, coupled with a drive to do and be more, accompanied by the nagging fear that this is as good as it gets.
When you take the quiet time to be with Spirit, you will learn to see yourself from that perspective. Once we experience ourselves in the Divine, a switch flips on and then you will have to work at turning it off. And now that it is on, try experiencing your body as Divine.
There are many who have difficulty moving forward in their lives because of the weight of their own karma. They become paralyzed, unable to make constructive headway, constantly worrying about what lies ahead of them due to their past actions.