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?
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...
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.
With nearly 100 billion neurons and 100 trillion connections, our human brain remains one of the world's greatest mysteries. Every time we anticipate that kiss or hint of desire from something or someone we love, it's like a button in our brain is pushed to release the love hormone, dopamine.
Karma is a bitch and then again I can be too. An angry person is a hurt person. I think on the emotional breakup scale anger is a better place to be than discouragement. Anger at least likes to work out, have clean hair, get out of bed and put on some lipstick.
"Once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you..."
It wasn’t yet hot, but it would be. It would be the hottest day of my life, long, sweltering, and painful---from beginning to end. Because that day was the end. And pain is hot. Regret is unbearable, like a summer day that drives you inside for relief, but with regret, there is no relief. No escape from the heat.
Naturally, without the fine tuning of an artist's pen upon your skin, you are beautiful. Found in the subtle power of your touch, of the simple yet overwhelming grip of your gaze, is the defined knowledge of beauty born in the chills that run down my spine.
A new Universe born in each embrace, in each caress, and in each challenge that our humanity will offer. I will enter all of you as you embrace all of me, and I will hear your heart beat through different ears, see your smile though different eyes, and feel you through different senses uninhibited by fear and shrouded in love.
As Spiritual Beings having a Human Experience (thanks Dr Dyer!), we have a moral obligation to follow our dreams. The older we get, however, the more time passes, and the more our lives impact others, we also have an obligation to consider those we love and cherish...
I remember your lips on mine my love. And even though it’s been 14 years, I can still feel your chest resting on mine, lifting and sinking, breathing together. I don’t want any memories to float out on the energy I carry of you, I don’t want them to leave the tissue of my body. I remember it wonderful, the kissing. The loving.
People love when you get real. Like, nitty-gritty real. I am making it my mission to give people the space, support and deep love to be able to speak their truth, to tell their story without the fear that they will scare someone away.
"Nostalgia - it's delicate, yet potent. In Greek, 'nostalgia' literally means, 'the pain from an old wound.' It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. It goes backward and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again, back home to a place where we know we are loved."