As Pema says, “Every ending is a new beginning.” Part of relaxing and surrendering into the chaos of life is the soulful acknowledgement of impermanence.
I want this daring to slow down amidst chaos... to reach for one another to say, “Hello, I am here, I don’t have the answer, but I will stand with you.”
I open my throat and inhale the carbs and the consumerism, the specks of expectation dotting my lungs and causing the Divine to shake its head and murmur, “This is terminal, she has Stage 4 consumption.”
We are programmed to crave chaos, pain, intensity. Many of us struggle with getting to the point of attracting love or really wanting it, because the other stuff is so damn addicting. We can blame the past. Stuff like sexual abuse, divorce, and a range of other losses we experience as kids, ...
Love is the expansion of holding the pain, the chaos, and hopelessness. Love is limitless. But we are on the edge of our love frontier. It extends into infinity, but are we the warriors willing to risk it and go there? The other side is dark and deep, and there are miles to go before we sleep, ...
My love is a chaos endured by a ritual of blood, sweat and tears... as a willingness to hold space for your tomorrow because you are unable to rise in your love today. Oh yes, such love is being brave enough to tattoo your soul with its higher vibration. Feeling it. Beyond rationality. Beyond ...