It is time to create and to light up. Light up and the creativity pours out of its own accord. I don’t sit down to be creative, I just fall in love with life in this moment and my heart starts to sing.
Women need to be in love: with themselves, with a man, with a child, with a project, with a job, with their country, with the planet, and – most important – with life itself. Women in love are closer to enlightenment. For angels and lovers, everything sparkles. ~ Marianne Williamson, A Woman’s Worth.
I am in love with beautiful me, with life, with the butterflies, with this time and place, with the sunshine, with my own heart’s song. So in love with it. My own Joy feels like heaven to touch. It’s the edge of almost unbearable pleasure, tasting my own joy like electric nectar inside and holding it in my body. This abundant bliss fountain in my body.It is the source of everything else.
I do recognise the privelege of this moment. The privelege of feeling this. It is not a common thing, although it ought to be. Our own joy is freely available to us in every moment of life. Revelling in our own existence like wriggly cats on a sunny patio, is an option in every single moment. Yet I do recognise, it is a rare privelege.
What keeps us from this Joy? Put it down right now, and play in the sunshine of your own magnificence like a butterfly, just for a change. Why not?
I do recognise, so much of what I am making visible here is taboo. The sweetest taboo. Delighting in my own self.
When the immense drugged universe explodes in a cascade of unendurable colour. And leaves us gasping naked. This is no more than the ecstasy of chaos. Hold fast with both hands to that royal love. Which alone, as we know certainly, restores fragmentation into true being. ~ Robert Graves, Ecstasy of Chaos
“I will take friendship plus attraction any day over falling in love. For I am no fool for fickle: I search for a love that is built of friendship and can withstand the most merciless rains and flooding.”
~Waylon Lewis, Things I Would Like to Do with You.
Maybe this is becoming true… And yet….the lover and the mystic in me adores the fire, the burning away, the raging, the purification, the vitality. In the end though, I look around and all is ashes.
Now that I am a little older. Now that I have held strong for so long in the heat of soul fire. Now that I am charcoal. I catch fire easily, I burn deep and hot. Still throbbing embers after the flames are gone.
If I can hold a little more heat, take a little more pressure, go a little deeper into the earth and closer to the molten core of it all. I’ll become a diamond. I’ll reflect back the dancing light of the flames and stand clear and shining in the heart of the hottest inferno.
What to do? Perhaps the friend, who can stand through all storms, is the diamond, forged in the fires of greatest intensity. Perhaps the way out is through. What to do?
deep into flow.
The wild wolf woman
throwing back my head to howl
delight and raw power of soul.
The day dances along
new partners on the floor
come bearing gifts
laying destiny at my feet
and looking on with
A newly born queen
wings moist but unfurling
a sleek lady fox
tail brightly uncurling
a dervish in heart
a deep inner whirling
love is my light
to love is my calling
I believe in love.
The evolutionary spark, the life force.
The heart’s voice, the knowing that comes from beyond thought.
The inspiration, the jolt of energy, my highest excitement.
The whispers of my soul.
I feel the little fox unfurl by the fire of my heart, basking in the light, sleekly out into the dark, wary and vigilant. Why not leap and bound and roll down the muddy banks of life into the silken icy streams? Why not howl?
Each time my vulpine friend peeks out, I urge her to be brave and tear shrieking through the woodland, chase the sunlight, roll and scratch on the rocks, tumble into the rapids. Still she only creeps, two steps forward one step back: now bold, inquisitive, provoking, testing the electricity in the air… now recoiling, lashed and afraid from the storm, now weeping into deep wet fur. But we are young, and the world is unfolding. The howl is rising in perfect time for spring, winter hibernation seduces her now. The deep dark solitude of the den.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.They are messengers of overwhelming grief…. and unspeakable love. – Washington Irving
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.” ~ Louise Erdich, The Painted Drum
We willingly submit to each other and trust, are of service to each other out of love. We seek to control each other, or be controlled, confusing love with power, seeking the security of power or the safety of powerlessness. We let go to expand love out into the world, we crush love with control. We give away our power, and thereby step into our power.
We become empowered, become able to truly love through surrender. Watching the dance between giving up and letting go, between control and flow, between power and love. The power and the love lie in the paradox.
When we find ourselves time and again climbing Sisyphus’ hill. Why not stop and let the boulder roll away, sit down and enjoy the view for a moment, appreciate the hill itself. Trust that if we really need it, we will find another boulder at the top of the hill that doesn’t need pushing up. Don’t give up, just surrender, let go and carry on.
“Giving up means abandoning our effort to cocreate new social realities and so reverting to either aggressive war or submissive peace. Surrendering means acknowledging that we cannot calculate nor control the outcome, and plunging into carving our way forward.”
~ Adam Kahane, Power and Love
“When you begin to let go, it is amazing how enriched your life becomes. False things which you have desperately held on to move away very quickly from you. Then what is real, what you love deeply, and what really belongs to you, comes deeper into you. Now no-one can ever take them away from you.”
~ John O’Donohue, Anam Cara
She’s stretching in the fragile morning rays of the sun, her eyes blurry from 5000 years of sleeping. She turns to the blinding light of the business all around. Naked and perplexed, she sighs deeply and readies her soft and yielding heart for battle, gathers her pulsing strength…
The Divine Feminine, stepping up and out and firmly taking the hand of The Conscious Masculine. With love, and commitment to weather all storms. To yield and support, to empower and enrage, to drive forward and let be.
By loving our own divinity and consciousness, our creative potency – unique flavours and a perfect combination- we give birth to the elixir of life, to love. Just being every element of our unique microcosm of the wholeness, loving all that is in us, and by this most joyful and elemental means – loving all that is. Bringing all into balance.
“Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.”
~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin