Our life is not about dwelling in the shadows of the past or propelling ourselves into a picture perfect future. We have to embrace ourselves – where we stand in this very moment – and live in alignment with who we truly are
Perfect for a new year, new start, new thinking processes.
My body has taught me, I am stronger than I realize
And more fragile than I like.
I can endure pain with courage
and be reduced to tears by a virus.
I am marvelous, miraculous, mysterious.
My body has it’s own deep intelligence.
I carry my memories in my cells.
I am constantly being born anew.
I hold tight to fear and resistance.
I breathe deeply, and let go.
My legs will carry me farther than I think I can walk.
My heart will keep beating even when it is broken.
My mouth will kiss, laugh, drink tea, and eat chocolate.
My skin will shiver with pleasure, my bones will tell the weather.
My feet will find the path.
My hands will soothe a crying child.
And write a story that will make you cry.
And pour you a glass of wine, and brush your hair
and stroke your cheek, and hold your hand.
My body will chop wood, and carry water.
My body understands the wisdom of rest,
the beauty of stillness, the power of touch.
The importance of dance, and that there is only this. Here. Now.
My body understands joy, delight, and play.
My body knows what I am hungry for.
My body has taught me to pay attention to my desires.
To listen to my gut, to trust my appetites.
My body has taught me I am human.
I am here
I am beautiful, powerful, brave, scared.
I am alive.
And, I am grateful.
I know this is written by a woman but it is deep an meaningful and works for both men and women.
I don’t know who wrote this but it is beautiful;
You thought that as you awakened, you would feel less. But you are seeing that love continues to ask you to feel more. There was an idea that as your heart opened, your vulnerability would lessen, but you are more raw and tender now than you’ve ever been. You wondered if as you grew spiritually, you would be more detached, not care quite so much, and rest as the “witness” of your life from beyond it all. But, alas, you care so much you are burning up inside.
Something new is being born in you, but something else is dying. Everything you thought you needed is falling away, but what it is being replaced with is not yet clear. You are between the worlds, dancing between broken and whole, with light and dark being weaved within you.
You are so open it is almost as if a certain kind of sadness has come to permeate your life. Even the light in the snow, the color in the sunset, or the wind passing is almost too much; you are not sure you can let it in all the way. Even the orange and the red in the sky, if you let it come inside, might take you to the ground. There is a sense that you could die of astonishment at just how much grace is here. There is a purple that has never, ever come into being until now; give everything to know it. It is so precious here. The beloved is pouring colours throughout this dimension so that she may evoke her qualities in your body and through your senses.
You know that things will never be the same again, but you still do not know what is coming next or even where you are, or what is truly being asked of you. This unknowing groundless ground is your home now, and the creativity and the intelligence here are overwhelming. Yes, things are coloured by a certain fragrance of sadness, but it is a sadness the mind could never know, for it has nothing to do with something being missing. It is a sadness which is pouring out of your overflowing heart. You are willing to give your heart to others and to this world, for you are seeing that this is why you have come here.
Thought this was beautiful and reminded me of the night time ritual you have.
“Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.” ~ Marianne Williamson