No resolutions. Because those are lame-sauce status. But, a good friend 'o mine suggested I choose some 'themes' for 2011 to live my year by. At first I was a bit hesitant, as a whole year of following, abiding by themes seemed a little constrictive. Too much of a commitment. Then I realized that my ex-type A was coming out inside of me, thinking I would have to Bikram-style commit to four themes and hold them through to the next year til 2012 claps its hands and screams "Switch!" Ok, enough with the Bikram yoga jokes. Anyway, I decided to choose four themes/symbols of sorts that seem to resonate with me. And I decided to throw them out there, and set them as free-flowing, open intentions...
And so. A bit on each of my themes....
Theme #1 WATER:
A bit obvious for those that know me...but for real this year.
Flow. Ride the waves. Crash into the shore and swim right back out. Make my own flow. Fill the spaces I inhabit with my presence and breath. Be more flexible. Embrace natural transformations and states of being.
Theme #2 GRAFFITI:
Grab a can of paint and spray it up! Just kidding! Never would I ever...unless I were allowed.
Make and leave a positive, inspiring"mark" on the people, communities, and spaces I come in contact with. Find the art in everything. Creative inspiration. Strong and soft impressions. Use more words and Let the necessary speak for itself. Communicate effectively. More color.
Theme #3 The Cowrie Shell
More pink.
Symbolic of the feminine. Strength of the Ocean. Goddess Protection. Humility. Respect of self. Prosperity. Embrace the feminine. Honor the body. Honor the spirit. Follow the intuition. Trust.
Theme #4 The Double Spiral
Cycles have been the presiding routes the last few years of my little life, and so I want to encourage the new routes which spirals allow for...
Turning inward in order to extend outward. Continuous growth. Exploration of inner life and manifestation of outer soul. Balance. Routes. Movement. Interconnectedness.
Light to guide. Dark to learn. Root to live.
~Be.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Energy, Yours and Mine
There is no contract with the movements.
As energy knows no right, no wrong.
Energy just moves.
Whether it is through the dancer who hears the music with and without sound and transforms the subtle vibrations into oscillations that ebb and flow to the form of the body and the space in which it is contained.
Or whether it is through the child who traces the path of a balloon lost to the finger's grip with his eyes and smiles at it free-floating-ness, then in realizing it is never coming back, crunches his face and fills with wet tears.
Or whether it is with the lovers who move together, then apart, then together again only to meet and melt in each other's arms.
Or whether it is with the lotus that struggles to penetrate the surface of the mud, rooting down as it reaches up for the sun, and finally finds stillness in its rays.
As energy knows no right, no wrong.
Energy just moves.
Whether it is through the dancer who hears the music with and without sound and transforms the subtle vibrations into oscillations that ebb and flow to the form of the body and the space in which it is contained.
Or whether it is through the child who traces the path of a balloon lost to the finger's grip with his eyes and smiles at it free-floating-ness, then in realizing it is never coming back, crunches his face and fills with wet tears.
Or whether it is with the lovers who move together, then apart, then together again only to meet and melt in each other's arms.
Or whether it is with the lotus that struggles to penetrate the surface of the mud, rooting down as it reaches up for the sun, and finally finds stillness in its rays.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Fragile Beauty
to embrace the fragile beauty of our own humanness
to awaken to our own pains, and hold another's in the the palm of our hand.
to see not with our eyes, but to feel with our souls.
to hold on when we need to, and let go when its time.
to be strong enough to walk on our own, and humble enough to take another's hand.
to awaken to our own pains, and hold another's in the the palm of our hand.
to see not with our eyes, but to feel with our souls.
to hold on when we need to, and let go when its time.
to be strong enough to walk on our own, and humble enough to take another's hand.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
...because Sparks says this better than I can...
"Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go. "
— Nicholas Sparks (Message in a Bottle)
— Nicholas Sparks (Message in a Bottle)
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
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