It can no longer be like the good ol’ days, where you scratch your privileged friends’ backs and bypass laws and conscience. The karmic wheel spins faster than ever before. Did you know that secrets have evolved into an air-like substance? They cannot be contained.
What if today were your last day? What if? Would you look deep into the light of your eyes and honor your soul and your life as you chose to live it, or would you be filled with regret, wishing you had done more, aimed higher, lived fuller and laughed deeper?
That moment that you realize you are okay and will be just fine. That ah-ha moment and appreciation hits dead on your heart target. A part of you drops to your knees in a little disbelief and the other part gives thanks. That moment that opens you up to that Truth.
“Imagine,” she says, “my arms around you, my tongue tasting you, my heart beating next to yours. Imagine the wildness in my eyes, the beast escaping my parted lips as we embrace in the wilderness of love’s sweet creation. Imagine the calm roughness of it all, the sweat pouring from our brows and mixing there, in that infinite field of pleasure we call 'us'."
Wild is the strange pull and whispering wisdom. It's the gentle nudge and the forceful ache. It is your truth, passed down from the ancients, and the very stream of life in your blood. Wild is the soul where passion and creativity reside, and the quickening of your heart. Wild is what is real, and wild is your home.
The other day I was walking on the beach with my Beau and his dog, Radman.
We throw rocks back and forth to get Radman to run for exercise. He could care less about other dogs, people or any other distraction, all he wants to do is chase after the rocks. He is a Patterdale Terrier, so he chases and does not retrieve them.
As my Boyfriend throws the rocks, I walk along and collect more to give him. We all enjoy the beach, sights, smells, energy and feeling of the earth; mother Gaia under our bare feet.
This particular beach is an off leach beach in Santa Barbara. We descend 241 steps to get to the beach. On the way down we encounter a man setting up his camera on a tripod. My Boyfriend said out loud, ” 149 steps!” The man said, ” I got 151, so we are close enough.” I said, ” Have fun!” and we continued down the reaming 91...
What I want you to do is to spit out that conformity and hand back the guidelines with a smile. Do not throw them, and do not stomp on them with your heavy boots. Just say “No, thank you. I already have my own.”
I am not asking to do away with sense of humor, but for the love of a little self-control. Yogis do not need to publicly call people douchebags, do they? The energy going out is something that you place into the world and it has a ripple effect like everything else.
Being 'well-rounded' implies that there are discrete parts to a person, that they should pick and choose a little of this and a little of that. That their experiences alone -- what they seem to be good at -- should direct them towards what they ought to include in their Trivial Pursuit pie-chart of personhood. That who and what they are is primarily elemental and secondarily systemic.
“We are not going to change the whole world, but we can change ourselves and feel free as birds. We can be serene even in the midst of calamities and, by our serenity, make others more tranquil. Serenity is contagious..."
Most days we’re just memories of ourselves. Diluted versions of former originals. We can’t even claim ownership of our own perception. But every once in a while someone or something comes along and the dying spark inside turns into a small fire and you can kind of see it behind our eyes for a second or two.
In the past, I had clung to my girlhood with a crocodile-like resolve because I was afraid I would lose the little girl within if I claimed my role as a woman. But surprisingly, I have found that by working with, and not against, my inner child, my role as a woman has only been strengthened. I truly feel the world will be a better place when we all start to blend our child-like wonder with the power and compassion of our womanhood.
"People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don’t deserve them, or that they’ll be unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren’t, or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. Because, when these things happen, we suffer terribly..."
The role of ‘parent’ is not something I feel qualified or even ready for that matter to step into. Being a parent is the day in/day out/nose to the grindstone being there for your kid. You are the bank, the taxi, the tutor. It is being a disciplinarian and making tough choices that are the best for your child.
This is about the self-mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns in. About women who will prowl 30 stores in 6 malls to find the right cocktail dress, but haven't a clue where to find fulfillment or how wear joy, wandering through life shackled to a shopping bag, beneath those 2 pretty syllables...
The first thing most new yogis attempt is a static posture commonly known as a handstand. In photos it looks ironically and deceivingly statuesque and unchanging. The truth is, a handstand is a dynamic posture that is constantly changing. It is a wild ride up there.
Take off the gray veil that has blinded you from experiencing the world around you in the most profound way. Explore your abilities and if you persist, one day you will find what you're good at, you will find what you love to do. And once you do, you will never stop creating through it. It will be your soul's purpose.