"To see those eyes looking back at you,
as eyes should see you at last,
seeing you, as you always wanted to be seen,
seeing you, as you yourself
had always wanted to see the world."
- David Whyte
As I grow wiser and refine my life and work in more alignment with life force, the invitation is to commune with the World in its fullness. The world wants to be seen and witnessed. Following this invitation, I am offering my gift of seeing - whether it is through photography, visual storytelling, hosting Council, envisioning an event or one-on-one Presence Sessions - what is, what could be, what wants to happen.
I am here to live courageously, aroused by the longing of the heart.
What if I can deeply listen to the silence of things,
look in the eye of the yet unseen,
what if I hold the kind of faith sustained by the Source and Great Mystery,
who would I be? what could I create?
I am suddenly aware
of the field of love,
like the impeccable breath
that animates my being,
perpetual, suffusive, benevolent,
lifting me up and carrying me over
the steep mountains, self-inflicted suffering
and unforeseen heartbreaks.
All the trophies of the past that I bore proudly become a certain kind of weight and limitation that define who I was but not anymore who I am and could be. It’s like flying to the moon and as I get higher I need to drop ‘masses’ that fueled me but now they are empty structures holding me back. The question is ‘what is essential and carries life essence?’.
I don’t want to drag dead bodies around. It helps a tree to prune its old branches to bear new shoots…
one is at where one is. no more, no less in any given moment.
by imposing an expectation of a certain quality or state on another, one only perpetuates the inner-friction further.
what's needed is a moment of witnessing of the other and Self simultaneously. Often the good advise rises from the inner state of friction and intolerance of the witness or from taking things personally.
what if we each could own where we are at and be honest with that, rather than telling each other how to be or what to do.
setting ourselves and each other free by reclaiming our sweet truth.
change happens, change wants to happen and will happen.
and we either allow it, flow with it, support it or resist it, fight it, escape it - making everything so much more difficult for ourselves and each other. the great mystery opens up when one surrenders to this river, and deeply listens and feels into this movement. It wants to take us somewhere, not without a reason, and this place, this destination is only a new version of ourselves in time and space.
In every heart, there is a secret window that opens to the sweet mystery of Life.
Come, beloved, knock on my window so I can swing it wide open to feel your presence.
Your breath so fresh, so reviving, so seducing is your fragrance that all my flowers
want to open and surrender fully. Kiss me on my forehead, let your music fill my body and soul,
so that I know what this life is about, so I remember the ecstasy of being a human.
Come embrace me in your unknown, unpredictable ways,
press your heart hard onto mine, so I know I am alive in your love.
If I love the World, this life, wholeheartedly, fully, boldly,
with unequivocal commitment, with no hesitation, no holding back,
if I remain - unconditionally - in love, awestruck, innocent and faithful,
the Creation surely will find a way to love me back,
and it already does, with fragrant flowers, lush waters,
birdsong and pomegranates, the face and voice of the Beloved,
everyday mysteries and sunrise and coffee,
as much as I receive, as much as I can, as much as I allow,
the Beloved loves me in thousand ways.
"You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves."
For millennia we waited to be seen, acknowledged, approved, given permission to, liberated by our mothers, fathers, lovers, teachers, law, religious authority, and God.
To be a sovereign being, one is not handed her authority and power by another; one realizes that the power and authority lie within and need to be reclaimed and owned fully, with the responsibility it entails.
And even though it is a global, political issue, the place of permission and liberation of Eros is rooted deeply within a woman and the real work is to meet and transmute the inner oppressor that we women internalized and free ourselves from fear and shame accumulated for thousands of year. Once the body is freed up from inner oppression and given permission to experience pleasure, the power and wisdom accessed would not only heal the woman but everything around her.
Together we enter the Temple of Divine Love and Sacred Service and remember and activate our priestess nature. This is an active remembering of an ancient lineage which has been lying dormant in our DNA, in our collective memory. We need to gently remind ourselves and each other what we knew before the horrors and forgetfulness descended upon us. All that wisdom and power residing in our bones is waiting to be unleashed for the rebirth of humanity.