To whoever seeks to diminish my flame - consciously, unconsciously, maliciously or with the best of intentions,
Thank you for your attention. Thank you for wishing me well and trying to save me or put me on the right path. Thanks also to those with an envious nature and hidden resentment, who choose to shoot invisible beams of meanness my way. Thank you, as this adds fuel to my fire...... and by the way, I am just fine.
My way may not look like yours. My way may look like nothing at all. My way, may even look as if I am lost or floundering, I assure you this is not the case.
MY life is precious, encompassing the good and the bad. The hard parts are welcome just as the fun and easy stuff are. My life is plainly ornate, small in the biggest of ways and full in its sparsity. My life sparkles from the inside out and it suits me.
I have days when I feel weak and voiceless....I embrace them for I know they will come and go. I have days I feel on top of the world and that I am the luckiest wom…
This weekend I spent much of my time in the studio having intimate conversations and creating with women in person and on Skype. Some of our time was held in sacred silence, where we met ourselves deeply with varying art supplies. Other times we painted, ending our time together with some potent conversation.
What I discovered was, for whatever reason, there are many of us who are not called to attend rallies and demonstrations right now. And even though we are practicing activism in our own ways, we've been feeling like we aren't doing it right. We've even felt a little guilty and some shame for not showing up in the same way as (what feels like) the majority of our country right now.
Not everyone has the time, money, physical strength or desire to attend rallies or protests. However, many of us do recognize the great chasm that exists in the US and know it is time to do something. This has fed our hunger to go within and become curious about the division going on there.
What you think about you bring about. You create your own reality. Positive Vibes Only. Nope. I can't buy this. I mean, at one time I did....and then after my love affair with The Secret was over, I found myself sitting in a pool of my own shame and self loathing. Why couldn't I manifest my reality? Why couldn't I think positively all the time? What was wrong with me?
What I discovered, was that there was NOTHING wrong with me. Shit happens. We are on planet earth. We are spirits in the material world and the material world is a mixed bag. Suka Duka - What goes up, must come down.
So why has our culture (at least in some circles) become enamored with this? Maybe because we love pain...or maybe because we like to cause others shame. OR maybe when things are really bad for someone it's easier for us to pass it right back on to them, instead of really looking and feeling into it with them....because that would be seriously uncomfortable. And why is it uncomfortable? Because…