
And more.
Stay gold. Stay wild. Love big. Laugh hard. Be free.
anandalila yoga |
|
![]() Please, I beg of you, pet more cats, wear more fringe, make all of your own rules, have wild sex, love your past for what it gave you, be naughty when you feel like it, have breakfast for dinner, leave the friendship, break up with normal, be the crazy you want to see in the world, burn candles during the day, get to know your dark side & learn to love it, don’t take on other people’s vampiric energy, sleep in if you need to, discover the power of a vintage slip, know your words have power & remember that you are divinely uniquely twisted DNA & every single microscopic bit of you is pure magic. Never, ever forget you are worth all you desire. And more. Stay gold. Stay wild. Love big. Laugh hard. Be free.
0 Comments
for me, sex and spirituality are intrinsically linked. here's a great article by Deborah Anapol that explains why:
http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/love-without-limits/201406/why-sex-and-spirit-belong-together ![]() "I want a chance to undo it. I want to work my needles back through the craziness of that moment and all the unseen, unknown moments that led up to it, and then reknit to a different now. But time ain't made by sticks and string. And life isn't knit, but sewn. Once the fabric of our thought and vision are cut, it’s done. The severed pieces of our experience can never be rejoined, only mended. And the best we can do with the scraps is to treasure them...set them aside for another time and place, to be arranged into something new." ~ Crys Williams, needlework, 12/17/2012 simply beautiful watercolors & words.
contains nudity - may not be safe for work. http://noshoes-noworries.tumblr.com/post/57518958760 ![]() initiation You don't need a sweat lodge stripping your secrets bare. You don't need a hailstorm drilling you hellward. You don't need the hands of a priest, the call of the wild, a mikvah, a marriage, a set of inscrutable symbols branded on your skin. You don't need your past tossed into the fire, or a drum beaten to oblivion. You don't need grief. You don't need drowning. You don't need silence. You don't need a fist squeezing your throat breathless. You don't need to flay yourself before your jurors, a moment of truth before your god, your story guillotined before the riotous pleasure of a taunting crowd. No. You need the great splintering yawn of love. A touch that fractures you from the meagerness you keep believing you deserve. A kiss that springs you from your long-paid penitence. You need the blood-striped bulbs of the amarylis. The sugar from an orange sliced into eighths. You need that bead of sweetness on your tongue, a brief but poignant reminder you have not scraped your heart for nothing. There is a song stirring in the distance, like when the palms sway in Hawaii in a late afternoon rain that brings a twinkle of windchimes. It is coming for you, slow but impeccably sure. It is carrying new words, a language you haven't yet learned but which will - when it arrives - feel like it's lived inside of you forever. It has. The beginning has already begun. Your mouth has memorized those syllables. Your cheeks are blushing with that music. While you've been away, fighting your nameless, ageless war, your whole body has been tuning itself to sing. -maya stein painting by mark rothko the intersection of tantra and performance art:
http://zengarage.com.au/2013/03/marina-abramovic-and-ulay/ |
about anandalila:
Anandalila is a tantric hatha yoga teacher and moksha magick practitioner. When she is not on the mat, she enjoys reading, writing, music, birdwatching, and, of course, chocolate. Archives
May 2016
Categories
All
|