being pulled to hiatus
a need to pull inward, as all around is opening & blooming
missing the most secret & deepest part of me
Somewhere between the minute particular & the essence lies the land of poetry.” –May Sarton
“Absolute attention is prayer.” -Simone Weil Back to the beginning, with hand on heart, so promising…
my body whispering to me, “come back and nourish me.”
this tender light, warming my opening into perfect soft sweetness
and I say to my heart: Rave On.
I am taking a break for a bit. How long is yet to be seen, as I journey into the best and darkest part of me…
Show up in full presence of yourself with your soul bared and your heart opened.
Your nakedness and raw vulnerability is what is most desired.
Allow and completely surrender to whatever it is that may be calling to touch you. To feel your skin, to know your textures, to graze your surfaces.
Where the light caresses…
Love must start in one’s own skin. Showing up fully as you are.
Dance into some soul-grinding worship of you.
Do you know, really know, every bit and particle and flesh and palm full of you is sacred?
Feel your beauty. Claim it. Own it. Become it.
Become unraveled in the presence of Beauty, allow her to penetrate your senses.
Beauty is you.
When it comes to your body, what feels like love?
Pleasure is as divine as any cathedral, any temple. -Candice Holdorf
Soft and cold
smooth and rugged
I am here with you and
I am in awe of your wonder
your harsh lines
It brings out the light you carry into even sharper relief.
I see you.
You are unique, significant and extraordinary.
How can you best show yourself today?
“Feel the light with all the senses.”
Awareness of masks we all wear and the why behind them.
Delving deeper into your own signature. The place where you vibrate with vulnerability and authenticity.
We long to see you.
To know your multi-faceted depth.
Your prismatic personality and stunning essence.
No returning to the false masks you wear to cover your true identity.
We need your true
Step tenderly and fully into this lit up space of light-filled gray.
What does it mean to be authentic and vulnerable and prismatic to you?
Mask at Etsy
-John ODonohue “Your identity does not equal your biography”
This is where we release the facade, surrender to the here and frolic in the new fantastical reality.
In our vibrant vulnerability
Tasting of wild divinity.
Parting the veil, placing down the mask,
Who would you be if you showed up as only yourself?
The masks we wear and our naked faces
the prim presentation and our gritty fascinations
Lies a space to show and tell
the beauty in this
a place where we put our masks on upon the altar of expectation
and burn it down
where we exhale our truth
where we know we can change, if we want to.
Make a different choice. Play with another idea.
Merge the persona with the person.
Meld fantasy with reality.
What masks do you need to set aside?
Where are you most deeply you?
I have been long intrigued and enchanted by…
The person we appear to be, the Beings we actually are.
The sensuality of each moment, the sensations we pay attention to and the ones we ignore.
The feeling within our dreams, the desires of our souls, the love of our hearts.
The prismatic chaos of color we truly are while trying to live in an edited write of black and white.
The curated and filtered and staged pictures we are inundated with manipulating us to believe we are not enough, need more of something, if we had this then we would be happy.
Paying attention. Being aware. Getting to know one’s self on a deep, visceral level.
Dancing in the dreams we have in our minds. So very unique, stunning and made perfectly.
Knowing happiness is here and now and only possible in the moment we are in.
Being in a state of non-judgemental awareness and feeling life through our senses.
I am intrigued and enchanted.
What is captivating your attention?!
Pinterest Image The Wild Unknown
where all is free, feral & wild,
Unfold your story while gazing within the space where the Universe began and continues to begin. Again and again.
There are places where the light caresses me and I experience a fierce grace and an intentional delicate pace of my movements. Time seems to slow and I am alive & awake in my senses. Places where my breath slows and my exhale releases my shoulders. Where my soul is seduced and my heart is wide open.
These places taste like freedom.
One of the places I find this awakening is under the night sky. Sometimes all I have is a moment, a brief interlude to tilt my head and open my eyes wider to see the infinite above my head. To remind me I am both significant and not. Just a brief glance, for me, offers a shift in perspective. Another way to see.
Eyes focus on the light coming from just one bright star among all the billions of others.
I am as that star. As are you.
Finding ourselves alive again, lite up among the other cherished constellations.
We have intrigue and new beginnings.
Destruction and creation.
Light and darkness.
Chaos and order.
A mystical essence filled with desire and sensuality.
Unfolding our stories.
Twinkles under the
moon and stars believing
in our own stories.
Paint the Sky with Stars
All of the Stars and Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran
Counting Stars by One Republic What does the night sky evoke in you?
The importance of language
Multi-Faceted. Prismatic quality of us.
The fire inside me.
The depth of my desire.
Do we not all want to be simply held & seen?
Exquisite arousal, a flame every higher… She & I spoke of all the things. Breathtaking.
Wild sparkle. Messy hair. Chaos as my favorite color.
Though there is a precious peace in black and white.
Picture of mine. Wild beauty with wings and green reaching skyward.
So this is random & a slight bit of creepy, WordPress is posting things of mine in reader. On its own.
Allow your purpose to dictate your strategy. -Jeremy Nulik @
bigwidesky A poet and a samurai.
In awe & ease.
What newness can I cultivate?
(but) for me, it’s an EVERY.
Just want to be wrapped in his wishes… Fresh ink spilling rapidly, scented with fire.
Spirit winks at you/a divine dance in play, it/wants to seduce you.
Photo of mine. The sky is such a beautiful backdrop and the feather-like quality of this type of tree. My favorite.