So often these moments of self loathing creep in to try and drag us out of the present. But we must not let them. We must accept every step along our path. Thank goodness for growth. Thank goodness for lessons. Thank goodness for the journey that brought us here. Now.
Because this is the only place worth being. In this moment.
The universe’s perfect plan is so much more graceful, and elegant, and creatively, perfectly scripted than we ever could have attempted to try and sculpt ourselves.
Someone asked me the other day how to most effectively cultivate their comfort and familiarity with their written voice, so they would be able to tap into inspiration more easily. I told them my trick, and I thought it would be nice to share it. The answer is simple – pen pals!! Find what stimulates you to do what you want to do. And do that. Good stuff!
We are hot blooded creatures
of bone and electric potential.
We require exploration
like a thick skinned
forest.
Or a cavernous sea.
This is my music video ode to Maui and the deep sister friendships that have elevated my life.
Puppy.
Love.
is.
The.
Answer. 😉
I find comfort for these monsoons in the written word. Somehow, gypsy minstrel nomadic wandering hermit that I am, I find my home inside of my Inner World.
There’s always the IN breath and the OUT breath. We can’t judge either one. I believe in the beauty of the pendulum swing – life activates our full embodiment of each polarity so that we can be fully familiar and immersed in both, and then find the middle ground of balance.
How do I perceive, and thus conceive my reality? Owning that – There is satisfaction and peace there. I love to question what i think I know. It is a good thing. Zees eez a very good thing…. And from here we unravel …When I think I know who a person is, or what a circumstance looks like … I box myself in. But When I take that deep breath and allow my consciousness to expand and see from a 360% angle, see all the possible perspectives … recognize that my version of reality has been distorted by the inherent nature of limited perspective ….it is like the corset of life loosens ever so slightly. And I can taste Home on my tongue. The home we ache for when we want to crawl back into the womb, and from there back into the star cluster we were swimming in when we were conceived.
I realized the other day that what really turns me on is feeling honored, witnessed, understood, deeply appreciated and sincerely purely adored. Sensory sensation? Alright, sensuous sensory creatures that we may be – we can transcend our one dimensional conditioning and find satiation everywhere!
