I had this physical story and this mental story of my own, and it's the stories that separate us. The stories keep us from presence, because in this moment we are One. Stories are a lot to keep up with, and if you ask me, it takes a lot of wasted energy to entertain them.
Most of the folk I encountered shunned me though, saw through frenzied chatter and the emptiness of my words, which can still flicker when I am nervous, like a falling star that I can still see here, at night.
I was grateful to have a beautiful beach to ourselves. I was grateful that they knew to follow me so they could witness a ritual that might speak to them at some point in their lives. I was grateful for the sweet release. I was grateful to break something.
By Manik Gunatilleke
There is no logic to why we love someone.
Some of it is about the object of one’s affection, but not all. It is about us and who we are. It is about me; about you.
The most liberating lesson of this past year was to accept that loving regardless of being loved back is the right thing to do. Sometimes, it was the only thing to do. Without it, I would have been lost.
The path opens in mysterious ways and, as the Sufi poet Rumi says, there are many ways to kneel and kiss the ground. Loving was a way to better know and love myself — the parts I hid with and from.
The sum of parts that hold us closed.
Parts I ignored, for they scared me; they asked for too much. Parts that dared ask me to let go of unnecessary baggage and inherited fears. Parts that scarred me when I didn’t know what I now know, unable to cope with all the demons that...
I still feel his dignity is intact. He manages to get elated whenever there is a hint of play and it brings tears to my eyes, as I remember him being the leader of the pack and fetching for miles one ball after another. Just looking at him and being in his presence brings me a sense of peace, because I know his old soul has lived a good life.
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.
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.
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.
She was, of course, hesitant. After years and years of looking after others, was it time for someone to look after her? Her big, dark, beautiful eyes stared at me and questioned whether they were, in fact, seeing what they saw. I could tell that she needed me, and I her.
This is bliss to me. These are my own walls tumbled into a crumpled mess on the floor. I love to let people in. I love to see the sparkle in people's eyes about anything and everything that makes their heart sing.
Like every other practice, with repetition and re-enforcement, I am learning to minimize the negative forces in my life by removing my energy and focus from them. I focus on the good, the possibilities, and gratitude for all things awesome that are in my life at the moment.
"When life knocks you down, try to land on your back, because if you can look up, you can get up," says Les Brown. If the tears parade down your cheeks and the pain is too much to endure, "Don't cry to give up. Cry to keep going," as Eric Thomas advises.
We don't have to ever really grow up. Society tells us we should. But I say we shouldn't. I say we should always stay amazed by life, always be grateful for the small, simple things. For sunshine, for friendships, for beauty, for music, for nature and to move our bodies and stretch our imaginations.
Dreams of the end of the world -- the intricacies of which rivaled any apocalyptic blockbusters of Hollywood. From a very young age, we were prepped; warned that we might be split up from our family, tortured and tested.
Is there any greater cliché than the ability a caterpillar has to transform into a butterfly? Is there anything more fundamentally magical in the natural world? When the caterpillar is in a cocoon, its entire body basically turns into a jello-like substance, utterly disintegrating so it can re-crystallize into something wholly new. I can't help but think the caterpillar has no idea what he is getting into when he wraps himself so tight, frozen as his body parts dissolve at their seams.
What is pain? Why do we fear letting go? And what exactly are we fighting against in preventing death? Please ask these questions, help us answer and share them, and also extend your intelligence, respectful thoughtfulness and compassion in your inquiry. Everyone deserves your kindness.
I am self-respect.
I am courage.
I am experience.
I am new opportunity.
I am blunt honesty,
learning and truth.
I am the reason.
I am the outcast,
and I am deep contemplation.
I strip away the bullshit
and I am life in it’s real, raw glory.
I am the wild, and the ancient.
Then I remind that all of it is you.
My wish is that you live as the blessing that you are and that you see the gift you were born to be; that you use your voice to speak your truth, to share your story, and to sow the seeds of your unique soul wisdom. I want you to take a chance on yourself.
Now it is time to allow the true adventure to live and to meet my destiny head-on. So my plan is going through the ceiling instead of wasting any more time with those walls to embrace the plan I know and releasing the need to struggle.
Not being on the right frequency,
I had to look inside of me.
The vibrations I was sending out,
Did not match that which I was intentional about.
I wanted these things, but my thoughts you see,
Were the ones that were blocking me.
I wish that you would, once more, be able to sing your mellifluous and gentle melody. Those unsure and lonely notes are drowned out by the powerful and furious ostinato of guilt, and you become lost in a symphony of pain. A thick and heavy motif also combines with an opera of grief.
I am a woman who knows that I am adored every single day. In this matter, I have never known a moment of doubt. It is simply the truth, a profound knowledge with which I have lived for more than 30 years.
I scream breath,
And love comes rushing out of me
like the fountain that it is,
while hope circles the doorway,
waiting to be let in.
Faith was already in the room,
it had to be before I could begin
consuming doughnuts of lilac,
and soothing soups of self-belief.
But the truth is, the term stigma should remind us all how imposed markers are unjustly used to label those who have denied the accepted status quo. We've been cultured to adhere to certain social and societal standards. Our belief systems have been shaped by the ideals of the world as we know it: good versus bad, smart versus dumb, poor versus rich, strong versus weak.
She's my co-pilot and my confidant. She's my side-kick and my trickster sister. She embodies unconditional love. Miss Belly teaches me every single day to embrace my incandescence; to show my light, rather than hide it. She's the ultimate guru of woof-woof wisdom.
Astrologer Kathy Kerston joined GVK this week to fill us in on what to pay attention to in the glorious month of October 2014.
We’ve got some serious support from our planets around seeing our true selves. There’s an amazing and beneficial full moon, and yet another Mercury Retrograde this month. But before you slump into your chair over the Mercury Retrograde, listen to our conversation to hear astrologer Kathy’s excellent spin on all that is coming up this month.
I had no idea that Kathy was going to support the GVK current theme of self-love when she sat down to record! It’s always such a joy when the Universe puts everything in alignment for me. And I’m filled with gratitude that the Universe fully supports our trek into this subject.
Both Megan and I have been shedding beliefs, fears, ideas and self sabotage to sit more deeply in self-love....
You won’t think I am smart,
funny, witty or pretty.
I’ve spent my entire life
listening to these lies
And my body and being
are ready for change…
will no longer be
the source of my pain.
When I've been
used to bearing
with a demon
who mocks me
should a smile break
on my lips
it tries to defeat
me saying joy
and I beat it
sadness never leaves.
You become the silent watcher, noting the changes and the times of each season in quiet reflection of their reason. Your undirected and unquenchable curiosity questioning; wanting to know what makes the cosmos tick. Questions become annoying to adults who do not have any real answers. Teachers, rewording misconceptions as facts, throw treats to obedient parrots for an acceptable parental report card. The wise child becomes a silent witness, eventually abandoning the world for a life of books and reason, embracing the planes of life where imagination meets creativity and all things become possible.
I thought all these things, and how we are, all of us, these bodies of lived experiences, flesh and unfathomable origins, misunderstanding and remarkable expressions of intelligence and creativity, this gathering of all we have known and seen, all the stories breathing in our DNA and lining the neural pathway in the brain and returning to us like the heat in summer, surprising us with their immediacy and foreign familiarity, even all these years later.
This one is for you
To know as these words are being reflected onto the movie screen of your brain
That you are here for a reason
And you are loved by every particle of stardust that swims through the oceans of galaxies
And that you are cherished by every ray of light
That travels hundreds of thousands of miles
Just to touch
Your lovely face
I stoop down to scoop up these pieces of myself. And as I eat them whole, they add fat and flesh to my love starved ribs. Packing a bag of rations for this new adventure, I step off to explore an entirely new world I had actually always inhabited. This fairytaleless land was here all along; it was simply waiting for my awakened gaze.
I want to get dirty, dirty, dirty.
With the real shit.
Blood. Sweat. Tears.
Because I have a feeling
if I was elbow deep in my own
if I kept it raw and thick
with fluids unnameable,
that I would find what I seek.
It is the dark soil that is rich and fertile. Your despair, your loneliness, your fear is the holy ground upon which you must sit. Don't stomp. Don't panic. Don't try to plant flowers and pull weeds. Just sit. And notice.
I could not pretend that I didn't love him, nor could I ignore it. I couldn't alter my feeling, nor change my emotions to feel something else, no matter how much I had wanted to. Of course I didn't want to love him anymore, but I could not deny the moments when I yearned for his soul.