WITHOUT POLARIZING ASPECTS…
RETURNED TO CONDITION BEFORE ALL BELIEFS
GATHERED SINCE BEFORE TIME
THERE IS NO SEPARATION FROM ALL
AS ALL HAS BEEN SURVIVED INTO THRIVING
UNDERSTOOD BY VAST SILENT CORE
in which to look for how to live who and what you are.
Going home, knowing who and what we are and why we are here,
is not something we have to earn by getting it right,
choosing perfectly, or trying harder.
Sometimes work is required, sometimes pain is endured.
Loss is an inevitable part of being human.
Knowing this, facing the impermanence of our reality,
we may be tempted to move away from loving deeply
to protect ourselves from feeling the inevitable losses so acutely.
But that would simply be fighting another aspect of the reality of being human,
the reality of loving fiercely,
of appreciating deeply
and so being attached to the beauty we experience
with the people and places and things we love.
we are deeply connected to and affected by life.
This is what it means to answer the call,
to commit to being here in a human life,
as a human being:
to love what is mortal,
to love what is unpredictably changing and impermanent,
to love while being mindful that everything,
every person, every place, every moment
we love will change and pass, but to love anyway.
nothing held back,
to hold it against your bones
knowing your own life depends on it,
knowing that the reality of who and what you are as a human being
is inseparable from this body, this world, this life you claim and inhabit fully.
And when the time comes to let it go
- and no one can ever predict or control when that time will come-
to let it go…..
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
always present beneath the polished surface of our lives,
more durable than all of our protective posturing.
it pervades and radiates throughout our body and everything around us-
no matter what we are doing or feeling.
does not resemble the fearful vision of untamed desire run amok.
Rather, our true, wild nature
is the fundamental unity
of our mind, heart, and body.
you meet them and for a moment this world no matter ugly,
They bring a sense of freedom and clarity to one conversation;
just enough to remind you of who you are.
― Nikki Rowe, Once a Girl, Now a Woman
Below is same piece of tree...but further south on beach at sunrise yesterday....was Touched by this piece of tree yesterday and to FIND it today waiting closer to Remembrance Rock was Pure Joy & Delight.
See OceaSpeak for yesterday:.
Most quotes below in this color font from Clarissa P Estes
Women Who Run With the Wolves
they are gifted with a permanent and internal watcher,
a knower, a visionary, an oracle, and inspiratrice,
an intuitive, a maker, a creator, an inventor,
and a listener who guide, suggest and urge a vibrant life
in the inner and outer worlds.
When women are with the Wild Woman,
the fact of that relationship glows through them.
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estés
on little sips of life.
The wild force in a woman’s soul
demands that she have access to it all.
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estés
The river does not flow in polluted, we manage that.
The river does not dry up, we block it.
If we want to allow it its freedom,
we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose,
to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing.
That is creative life.
It is made up of divine paradox.
To create one must be willing to be stone stupid,
to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill rubies from one’s mouth.
Then the river will flow,
then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.
and that you will work with these stories from your life
–not someone else’s life–
water them with your blood and tears
and your laughter till they bloom,
till you yourself burst into bloom.
That is the work.
The only work.
you can do to intervene in a stormy world
is to stand up and show your soul.
and we are no longer poignantly aware of it anymore,
but neither would we forsake it or disclaim it either.
Does a wolf know how beautiful she is when she sleeps?
Does a feline know what beautiful shapes she makes when she sits?
Is a bird awed by the sound it hears when it snaps open its wings?
Learning from them, we just act in our own true way
and do not draw back from or hide our natural beauty.
Like the creatures, we just are, and it is right.
don’t worry, there is still time.
of her own body and understand it not as a dumbbell
that we are sentenced to carry for life,
not as a beast of burden,
pampered or otherwise,
who carries us around for life,
but a series of doors and dreams and poems
through which we can learn know all manner of things.
In Honour, Joy and Delight
...and Submission to and Possession by
Pure/Raw Creative Energy...
we are Moved to share slideshows of most all Afternoon Cavorts
...in order taken.
There are no words to describe what Happened to this Form & Consciousness today...only the Life Lived can Tell the Story
...beyond words and thoughts...
and Beyond even the telling or Telling.
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