-Do- LOVE is a verb
-Spiral out keep going now
-Following the LOVE
This is the conclusion of a day filled with self torture. "Why am I here again", I ask myself!? "I am ridiculous!""Didn't I already learn this lesson?" So human of me, I know.
Then breath and inner wisdom wHisper; 'Starving the heart leads to atrophy of soul. Nourish. ReplenisH. Serve.'
So I write. I cry. I write. release. I do. I write. And today, it is enough.
The healing is in the doing and here is where the remembering occurs.
My heart swells to bursting with all in the collective moans of our birthing.
May we all follow the LOVE
a sense of the gutteral uprising from embers burning true in my belly - throat swelled to brusing with the unheard screams of my sisters my mothers my daughters...my own - bile made black from the unrecognized irrational fear projecting this world into its own demise a quicksand formed by hearts unturned - we rise with the fire of planetary volcanos a solar flare of universal energy igniting the atmosphere of our souls connecting the story of a union so deep so gut wrenchingly aware as to obliterate the paradigms of your universe sending it gasping into its first cosmic breath of LOVE ~ choose LOVE
You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in one drop ~Rumi
The ebb and flow of our story pulsing to the beat of a moon waxing and waning within giving courage and hope to the vastness of our sandy hearts that the warmth of its waves will once again embrace our shores and return our salty tears to whence they came - the bosom of all that is
B and I spent this last week traveling a bit, connecting with family, spending time feeling nostalgic and sentimental and just plain livin :)
While we ended our week in the rememberance of a dear friend, we also spent some time on the edge of this continent regrounding to our center.
The weather was perfectly hard and gentle all at once.
The lighting was impeccable.
A nature show unparalleled...at least until the next time ;)
Thought I'd sHare some of my visuals with you all <3
Spiral out fellow beings of light...keep going
Lessons worth learning...all of them are right?!
When do we recognize them as lessons & What do we learn?
The same? Different? Patterns?
A honeycomb of varying outcomes dance thru me.
Seasons. Glimpses of hope, of movement.
While knowing the stillness - is where I will find and build upon my
Foundation of Peace.
My mind knows and grows
At times by choice
At times not
The task at hand for me now, is that Foot between my mind and my heart, and that measurement in my story is
So I take the step
Sometimes I leap
The butterflies vibrate and flutter
My throat throbs and pulses with
The unknown detaches with each milimeter
Every breath gifted and taken in LOVE - by choice
Encourages movement - by choice.
And the phrase made cliche`
This to shall pass
Echos in my periphery
Until this lesson is realized
My lesson(s) this time?
How to identify, let go, then manuver my ship thru
The ever dwindling - tho many faces of
May your lessons be learned in LOVE and help to ever propel
The wind in your sails, your hair, and most prolificly
The game of life downloaded a lesson for me today on how we deal with our power, and when I saw/felt the struggle others had with it, it had me reflecting on my own.
It took me over 40 years to even know I had any power and I am still learning what that even means to me.
Do we own our power? Do we give it away when conflict arises? How do we wield such personal power? What does How we wield it say about wHo we are?
Lessons all, to be sure.
Conflict in any form, has always had my words tuck tail and run and I LOVE words, so it can be quite humbling.
I stutter, my stomach turns into butterfly knots & I want to be anywhere but where the conflict is.
However, since I know this about myself, I have been actively working on being true to ME & how I tick.
I see personal power as being comfortable and grounded enough in your own skin and with your own belief system, whatever that may be to you, that when the unknown passes thru your web line, you choose silent observation first.
When you take a moment to recite the words in your head before choosing to respond, you learn to be the editor-in-chief of your story instead of staying the grunt.
It takes practice and I belive that it always will.
Listen to your heart & no matter what is thrown our direction in the way of words or any other precieved conflict, remember...
"Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent."
- Eleanor Roosevelt
“Remember, NO ONE has the right to control your emotions, thoughts, and actions, unless you let them.”
- Kevin J. Donaldson
To this day, I still get the butterfly knots in my stomach and I still sometimes stammer, but I have my moments when it all seems to fall into place at the right time, and I try to pay attention when it does.
More often than not now, I choose silence and quiet observation.
I learn way more when I get out of my own way.
Own your power
Use it for good, use it with LOVE and stay
You know that moment when the dots connect? Yeah, that moment. A time of remembering, of knowing in your bones that the dream IS your life and it is as real as each breath we take to sustain our vessel.
This statement comes with an acknowledgement that LOVE is a verb and the negative connotation surrounding the word 'WORK', no longer exists in our story. We have been actively dreaming ourselves into this present moment.
Our 'Work' is to continue dreaming - and that is just what we will do.
" I love myself - The quietest, simplest, most powerful revolution ever."
Visual representation -
Accepting a profound moment in remembering the power of the one
of our own heart~
The attached visual above represents to me, how I feel when I settle into a remembering in an truly organic way.
I came across a Written reminder of this feeling today.
The kind of reminder penned in ink when a moment profound occurs for me;
soon shelved with a mental reminder to self that -"I must explore 'this-these-that' soon", I say.
Then pOOf! The mental part kicks in and the ride continues.
Until today, when I read then re-read my past writing, found while organizing and purging our tHings.
The ether of what these words meant to Me then, how I felt, what I was thinking, what I remembered, all this blinked in and out of my view until...
The merging of an idea that we come from the spectrum Of and return To the source of LOVE - but by every Choice.
So I choose the notes in my own symphony.
Direct my sHip with a compass of LOVE - spreading its ripples in my wake
And author my own story, adventure, drama, comedy, you get the picture. *Ahhh, Director of my own movie. I could go on... ;}
This 'not so far in the past' writing, re-resonated in my heart today. I hope some or all of what I share here resonates with yours <3
Stay the course of LOVE my fellow beings of light.
Lights on an ever connected flow from memory to ideas, to dreams.
Realized or unforged from unrealized storytelling lineage.
Formed by the introduction of a Single(masceo)note in the worlds symphony, nay, her symphony.
Meeting her realization with the remembering
of a child on a warm summers kiss
Embracing the memories as the gatekeeper of her own infinity
We are One and We are but one
The music is our story & the story creates our music
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- Masceo Rising -
As read and edited, today.
Formed by the introduction (masceo) of a Single Note within the world symphony nay, Her symphony
She meets this realization with the remembering and imagination now of woman
A storm of fire swirling in her belly
Illumination on an ever connected sharing of memory to ideas and dreams
realized, are now forged in the living, sharing and ever expanding lineage of Her story
Embraced are the memories of gatekeeper in her Own infinity
We are One - We are But one
Music is our story - Story creates our music
There are times when I am so unsure of what my heart is trying to express.
Maybe it is actually silent...
May be I am trying to force words and explanations from an internal echo, out into a vibration of sound bites for consumption.
Could it be the unity so many long for is being expressed in the harmonizing of universal discontent? Maybe it is the pulsing sound of our shared blood, spilling out of veins ripped open by the scream of a darkness unimagined in the endless expressions of man.
A fluid undulating stream of unknown proportions.
Many try to grasp its movement, to cage it with words or some supposed understanding of its origin.
Sometimes it resonates.
Sometimes it blows the border of our own pictures so wide open that we stall in the wake of such visual, spiritual, emotional chaos.
How do we re-calebrate? How do we take flight again?
The unknown is as infinite as the universe and it is incredibly easy to get lost down its rabbit hole. I have (parentheses) as my buoy.
It is the pause in my movie, the comma in my sentences, an island of observance to the story of this universe thru mine eye. It is how I choose to navigate this matrix of supposed life, to give it meaning when it looks as if there never was any.
The story is as alive as we think we are and as the author of my own, I am thankful for access to such a tool, such a teacher.
Words are Wonderful. Words are a Distraction. Words are Meaningful. Words are Powerful. Words are sHit.
This story is feeling quite static and overwhelmingly invasive right now and I am unsure that the buoy hasn't been damaged in this most recent universal storm for our hearts.
I believe LOVE - the DNA that continues to bind us thru it all.
So as the night comes, we keep sHining our light thru the cracks keeping our embers warm, glowing and in ernest for the stoking that is begun. This stoking is igniting the embers into flames engulfing the forest of our souls - all the wHile, laying foundation for new growth new life new story.
Stories of LOVE JOY PEACE KINDNESS GOODNESS pass it on...
How will you write your story? Ride your wave? Direct your movie? Sing your song? Share your heart?
However you choose, I hope it is with