We must balance 'doing' with 'being'! 'Being' is experiencing life with a pure intention of peace, joy, fun and play. It is not checking off the to-do list or creating things for the purpose of getting accolades. It is refilling the energy tank, the love tank, the self-esteem tank, and the feel good-to-be alive tank just because we need to.
When we communicate, we're just making sounds at one another. It is our belief systems and experiences that attribute meaning to these sounds. If someone doesn't resonate with your sound, it has nothing to do with you.
Your heartache is like a free fall. You can scramble to fill the void, grabbing for whatever fix you can to numb the jagged edges. You can also persevere with quiet dignity. In every moment, there are choices, even in survival mode.
I've always craved to know all through feeling all, to take everything behind everything inside of me, because it's already there, because nothing is not already there. To breathe into dissolution until my form loosens, becoming malleable and vibratory.
To the question of remission, my answer is: I'm here now, feeling great. To put a finer point on it, No Evidence of Disease sounds more life-affirming to this survivor than a remission, which presumes the worst and is a dreadful reminder that danger lurks. I guess how I perceive the disease is partly responsible for how I manage to get through each day.
Despite the encouragement of mentors and my community to stay single for a time so that I could grieve the loss of my long-term lover, I didn't listen. I stayed the course. I continued to open myself up to love. I kept attracting men who could not treat me the way I required because I couldn't treat myself the way I require. They were broken because I was broken.
I had no idea I spent so much time criticizing and judging myself until I had all this free time because I had no mirrors. What I noticed was that I was in a better mood, my Chatty Cathy in my head was pretty quiet and instead of ‘looking’ I was ‘feeling’ and I liked what I was feeling.
I used to have a fantasy that aging stopped at the age you started practicing asana. I think this idea came from looking at Shiva Rea and Gurmukh Kaur Khalsa; both of them are radiant, and really, when you look at them they're kind of ageless, aren't they? I could never really figure out just how old they are. Shakti is better than Botox.
You acknowledged the beauty of the physical treasures, and you've even made the vulnerable parts of me feel safe. I know you aren't complaining about what we've shared, but it has made me pause, made me think about what we've shared and what we haven't. The intimacy we share is remarkable, and it translates into ways of connecting that are out of this world, but there are gaps.
A million people wanting your autograph cannot compare to having one true friend. Believe in yourself or a higher power but let it be your choice not some mindless doctrine handing down by a self-help trillionaire.
What if the point was not to restrict myself to the chained-up life, but to journey towards the 'live free' life? What a concept. To think for myself, and pick things based on my true self and not based on the outside world. How freeing, how liberating, how amazing to be in that space.
This practice of revealing the less polished aspects of ourselves increases my comfort with pit stains during Yoga practice. The more I let myself be human, the more that sense of being at odds with myself diminishes.
Throw yourself into the world. How? Associate with groups that aren't in your background. I was raised Christian. If I didn't start hanging out with atheists, Buddhists and Hindus, I would not have discovered what actually spoke to me instead of what my mother taught me. Spend time collecting stories from people who are younger, older, richer and poorer. It's fascinating to know how people become who they are in the moment.
Here we are, living active and full lives. Why do we even want to think about death? Then it strikes. We lose someone we love and we are faced with contemplating death and the afterlife. Scientists, theologians, writers, musicians, poets, and artists have all addressed the question directly or indirectly. It is at the core of organized religion's belief system, one that I grew up with as a Presbyterian. We believe that when you die you go to heaven. But what exactly is heaven?