You are quite sure that tomorrow will come, that the most sacred breath will be there, that grace will take shape as the sun falling into the ocean, the moon in the sky, the birds singing, the sacred life all around you, the colors of this astonishing world, and another opportunity to give and receive love.
But another part of you knows it is really so fragile here, so precarious, so extraordinary – that something is happening here that is so very precious, and that it will not be here for much longer.
You have taken birth in a star where love is alive, and you are willing to give your heart to others and to this world. You do not know for sure, but you sense that it is very very rare to be here. You are willing for your heart to be broken, to feel sadness, to burn for love, to stay raw, to remain unbearably tender, and to never apologize for your sensitivity and vulnerability.
At the end of this life – which is sure to come much, much sooner than you’d like – it is quite unlikely you’ll be asking if you accomplished enough, if you perfected yourself, if you've remained safe, or if you achieved all of your goals. Inside your heart there may be only one burning question: how well did I love?
Did I pause each day to behold the movement of grace as it is appearing in each and every moment? Did I look up into the sunset and the glory of the moon and give my heart to this world? Did I risk everything to know the preciousness of this experience here? Was I willing to feel more, care so deeply, let everyone matter, and be utterly devastated at even the possibility of one more sunrise? Was I willing to fall in love, to truly fall in love?
Did I spend my time here in this star of love wisely, with my heart open, knowing it could be broken in any moment? Did I dance with the beloved around the moon, wander with her into the desert and the darkness, play with her in the depths of the oceans, and give everything for just one glimpse of the mysteries of separation and union?
I hope I make it all the way through this sweetest of ever thanksgiving days, but if for some reason I do not, this would have been enough. I have been given so much more than enough.
lesbians react to the 7 minute sex scene in 'Blue Is The Warmest Color"
click here for the article in the Huffington Post.
a swoon-worthy performance poetry piece from the very swoon-worthy Andrea Gibson.
You know, if your body disgusts you now, it will disgust you after you've lost 20 pounds, after you've toned your abs, after you've developed your glutes. If you can't see your body as an extraordinary feat of biology, by virtue of being alive and having got you here, as having risen to amazing demands upon it, as being warm living flesh wonderfully reassuring to touch, and as creating heartbreakingly beautiful lines, gleams, and shadows – right now – then my advice would be, fix that problem first.
And it's relatively easy to fix. Really.
Just go out and practice. Look at people, touch them if that's allowed in your culture, and practice thinking about how wonderful they are, how much you enjoy their skin, their hair, their grace of movement. Practice. You don't need to carry this poisonous judgmental attitude one step further. Just drop it now. It will never serve you. Never. It's not keeping you from "going to pot." It's just a cup of media-stirred poison. Don't drink that crap.
- Dale Favier
...In the forest of your heart, cracks have appeared, so that a new light can pour through. It has come to illuminate the trees and the sweet ones who have taken up residence there. For a moment, you thought your brokenness was working against you, but then you realized that it, too, is a pathway of wisdom inside you.
Your longing is taking you deeper into the forest, where love is at work, opening pathways inside you and revealing how whole you really are. There is no other dimension of experience that is as precious as this one, for it is an environment created of particles of love. They are hiding in the old rotten logs, dancing in the branches, and emerging up through the messy soil.
You are a yogini of the forest, practicing your yoga of a broken open heart, and offering your wholeness to the world....
- Matt Licata
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