The gravity of love abounds when your emotional orbit is in alignment with the dark side of your moon. The fears of love are in the mascara stained, hand ringing, brick walled stoicism, and defense mechanisms acting as starlit pathways to a common goal: deeper commitment and even better ...
My hands were drenched in the fluids of my mother’s broken body, while my mind was further tortured by the twisted funhouse world of my grandmother’s creation. I was in the center of toxicity without a hazmat suit.
The strength and continuity helps us to believe in something grander than we are and yet… it could all be gone tomorrow -- or even in the next moment. This is where the wondrousness of life falls into our laps like a precious babe waiting to be fed while unknowingly feeding her mother’s soul.
Exposing the heart and soul to the openness required for growth requires letting go of the constructs of our individual identities, in order to become a part of the larger, unquantifiable, indescribable, indestructible loop. It requires extreme vulnerability and attention to uncertainty.