I like deep dives into anything and an open mind.
I like personal stories that touch the universe in us. I love humanness that I can relate to.
I admit… being in the trenches of life is what it’s about. I have lived so little of life and yet I feel like my caverns are deep, unmoored and ungrounded.
I light up at the light pouring through the crack in the doorway. I like the idea that when one door closes, another door opens.
I light up at the discussion of ideas… but more so… I light up when goosebumps ripple across my skin. When the only thing going for me is intuition and that intense body-mind connection. I know then… we’re on the same wavelength.
I light up when the dreamers scatter the night sky and resonance hums through me.
I light up on the dance floor… dancing a dance from within and I light up at the little girl marching to the beat of her own drum.
I light up… at sheer honesty, radical honesty and strength.
I’m inspired by strength and integrity, wool that is black, sessions on my yoga mat moving through vinyassa flows.
I’m inspired by meditation and the awareness that I’ve felt, lists that don’t follow any particular rules, structure acting as support.
I’m inspired by the concept of co-creation, nuance, sublety and detail along with the big picture. I love the process of expansion and I love the Winter cycles of renewal and root work.
I love the idea of waking up every morning, purpose filled and ready to begin… and I love the idea of being gentle when I am not.
I love the way this gives rise to a new page, a new sentence, a new line… a new beginning, a new moment, a new lets try again right now.
I love a new idea and I love a re-shaping of the old.
I love the way life seems to flow with each rivulet moving me closer into the river and the center of the spiral.
I love the thought of becoming. I love the thought that becoming happens to us when we allow ourselves space to grow. I love that allowing ourselves space to grow entails invitation. The new leaf of my orchid grows towards the sun as the old leaf at the bottom yellows. I love that the process of renewal and death can happen in tandem. I love that the new root of my orchid has sprouted on the side next to where I placed a rose quartz months ago. Pure delight to my inner child.
You have to love this soft human life of yours if you are to make anything worthwhile… even a cup of tea. You have to love the frowns as well as the successes if you want to live a life that is balanced. And you have to throw everything (or something) out the window and jump out of a plane, do something on the edge of your comfort zone… be embarrassed… if you want to develop courage… compassion… and whatever it is that will carry you through to the work of your life… that is… the work of living. You have a life to live that is yours.