monday mutterings…

dreamed last night that i kept forgetting my purse, keys, belongings and felt so tired everywhere i attempted to go, was confused, and experienced a loss of coherent reality. scary dream. this guy told me, in the dream, that he was dying of cancer, and then he kissed me. there were other happenings too. fear dream. dislocation. representing the fall of my ego off the throne into fated love. unsure and uncertain with no guarantee. a feeling of rightness. a risk. a leap. anything can happen at any moment to anyone.

to live with any other understanding is to build false castle walls. many negative castle walls were built to serve the old kingdom over the years. the mind scaffolding a hurting heart with an identity that identifies with the hurt. no more believing the negative stories of the mind. no more i can’t have it and i am not good enough. no more criticizing myself to avoid intimacy. no more negative romance, where bad endings and sad songs rule my heart. got to steep in that for many years and passing it along to the millennials to scoop up. giving them a turn. it’s good to let go of rigid character traits that petrified over time.  no more loyalty to a sadistic king who keeps me in a dungeon. no more looking up at the light because the shadows are my home. i have a shadow side and a light side. i am both. love permeates both.

happiness is not about never feeling sad. happiness is about growing without infringement. be it growing in a garden or through a cement crack. life gives us both. the opposite of happy is not sad, it is withering. sadness is a natural part of growing. withering is growth’s antithesis. i realized last week just how hungry i was for companionship when i said out loud how alone i was here in seattle, with what little family i have, far away. i am not lonely in my soul. when i go within, i feel closeness with spirit. i am lonely as an animal. i thrive in relationship. i want to domesticate and be part of a family, with him. the old me was a lone wolf bohemian thriving in an urban oasis. i always wanted partnership but i did not need it in the past, per se. i need it now and i am not afraid to admit that. animals have needs and people change. i want to see trees outside my window, or the water. i don’t want to see cement city blocks. i want to cook stew and write for hours. i want home. cravings and longings. a sense of passionate urgency grips my soul. why? i don’t know. i don’t need to know. we change, we let go to grow.

walking through discovery park was blissful. the salty shore crashing by our feet. silver sunlight on silver water. trotting through the forest. when we got to the duck oasis we were sucked into another realm completely. the duck realm where ducks are being ducks, all at once. he imitated the preening duck needing to show his bigness with wings and no hands. these animal ways we have about us often command how we behave. i am not against my animal ways. i am not against blood, puss, and shit. i am not against needing to domesticate or preen and be big. i think the human experience is a work of art. no need for a heaven or a nirvana to escape into when life gets hard. the right here part that will go fast and be over soon, is where i place my heart.

death of the old narrative…

yesterday my parent’s thought their cat joey was dead or gone and mourned her in shock until the moment she sauntered out of the cabinet, hours later, as if nothing ever happened. there are so many metaphors to this experience. i thought my feelings for him had passed but they haven’t (can’t control the feelings). i have to be strong because i only will open my heart to the man who wants my heart and my true self. i am an emotionally available woman in search of an emotionally available man. how to live in grey areas? you must hold dual perspectives. you must also ditch the narrative that something is wrong. you must allow yourself to be messy and vulnerable. being strong means being tender. exploring the undefined because we share some mutual love, while at the same time, not allowing myself to create a false story. this is not wrong or right, good or bad. it is grey. the relationship i know i want is one in which two hearts find home in one another, are best friends, feel mutual attraction, share mutual values, where we both really like each other, and we are rooted in love. cement period. some things are certain. i am certain of what i want. i am uncertain how much i can dabble in what i do not want because of what feels good. i hold the dual perspectives of certainty and uncertainty, of light and dark, as i ditch the idea of wrong, careful to seek only availability. intimacy is scary and i welcome being scared with the man who wants to be scared with me. what hurts is not being wanted or chosen. what is challenging is to refrain from is, turning not being chosen into an “i am not good enough story”. what feels great is the mutual connecting. love is grey. i am living so many plan B’s right now. the grade A dreams are not manifesting but i keep discovering that plan B leads to a new version of plan A…as if life is telling me, “i know more about what you need than you do”.  i am learning to feel beauty in what manifests. even death, illness, loss, and confusion. the beauty of pain is in the rawness and vulnerability that awakens. i give but i contain. i am open and closed. i am making a pearl inside. earlier this week, shame for being me was sizzling through my nervous system. fear to be seen in the eyes of others was ablaze. embarrassment in every direction. kool-aid man busted through my wall and made me aware that i was being hard on myself. i realized it and then saw just how mean i was being to myself on many levels. the way i had been narrating my self was crappy. mean girl crappy. i stopped right away, allowing the mean narrative to slither back into the earth. i allowed shame to sizzle through my body, without giving it words or meaning, honoring the feeling. within hours, the shame dissipated, for i had discharged the energy of it by not giving it a story to cling to. there is another story that wants to emerge from deep inside. this story cannot come out if the shame story is in the way. i am devoting myself to this deeper story. basically, i am making room for new stories. new myth. the external world mirrors my internal world by being tenuous and strange, uncertain and surprising. no more heavily shellacked perceptions, except for the perception that love is all.

babbling about love and attraction on tuesday…

slept dodgy in the the yucky heat. restless legs. asmr videos on repeat. not much in the head. long nothing of a night in the soupy heat watching dumb crap on the internet. a night of nothingness. but i realized stuff earlier. new lessons rooted in balancing and adaptivity. seeing my mind try too hard to manage fear or forget to just sit and let the feelings breathe. how to live in such a high contrast black and white time when painful journeys weave into growth and joy? i don’t feel like writing about it. i don’t feel like writing. i am feeling drained from the mind to be honest. needing a break from all of the managing, fixing, understanding, analyzing. needing a yin break, dude. needing to let go of trying. needing to get on the mat again this morning. not really feeling the jogging. the night was intense but i don’t know why. when my alarm when off i was confused about time and place. one of those nights when i feel like my soul was taken away. gonna let the words topple out easier than i usually do and see what words come out when logic is not the glue. illusions crash. sexual attraction is dime a dozen. and it’s not about falling in love like a twenty something. it’s about two hearts that belong together. i know this but i don’t know whose heart i belong with. i am tired of all the old ways of going about it. i mean like, totally sick of it. i mean like, i don’t have it in me to see through the lens of the hungry animal. only through the soul. sometimes soul takes over. my soul it taking over. i was saying to them how some people are just super beautiful specimens, here to make everyone who sets eyes on them want them, have a crush, feel a spark, hope for a connection. it’s not special because they cause this feeling in eight of ten people who meet them and are sexually into their gender form. it’s as if they are the adonis or aphrodite archetype incarnate. i have some of these friends and have seen it in action. some people fall for it and think it is love. these people think love is about choosing somebody beautiful like a prize or possession. the hot ones get used the most. i do not want to be with a hot person. it would be too hard knowing my guy was making everyone want them instantly, by nature of their sex appeal. personally, i am a fan of imperfections and inner beauty that radiates into outward beauty, making the outward beauty something more unique. i have been often rejected for my body size by men and most of my friends would not choose to be with a person who carries extra weight. i think it’s too bad. i would choose it. carrying some extra weight means you know how to enjoy life. i want to be with the guy whose heart fits with my heart no matter what package his body comes in. if he turns out to be a totally hot thin man i will love him, even if i prefer a uniquely handsome guy with some extra weight on him, cause that is what i am. but i don’t need a twinsie. i just want real love, not somebody cute or powerful to possess, who makes me feel better about myself due to their image. sexual attraction, for me, has little to do with visuals. it has more to do with the heart and mind. a warm generous heart, wise soul, and intelligent mind with a good sense of humor will make me swoon much more than a beautiful shell. but the adonis shell can effect me too, if i need to be activated by one. i see them as humanitarians. sometimes you just need a little activation. these are my babbling rants. blah blah blah. the end…

ode to the practice and repetition…

tired pms morning after a restless night’s sleep and not ready for monday. a lot of hard news came to me in the past few days. news of death and illness from friends about them or loved ones in their life that i do not know. this heart is shadow and light all the way right now. glad i spent three days completely alone and working. needed it so badly. yesterday i ran into ruby at the book store and wound up joining her for part the half day retreat at vajra healing center. felt so fucking good to meditate with others in that peaceful space. afterward i came home and did an afternoon yoga practice, which i never do. meditation made me crave yoga. i realized i have finally passed into the stage where yoga feels as good as eating. it gives me a dopamine hit. meditation gave me a dopamine hit too. after delving into gabor mate’s in the realm of hungry ghosts i am thinking about (or feeling out) the hungry void in me that seeks replacements for the deep down childhood anguish. my addiction has always been food. even in my days of excessive drinking, it was never connected to the void of anguish inside. food was/is. food gives me the dopamine hit of love. anyhow, for yoga to make it into the same category of food is an accomplishment. it’s taken three and a half years for this to happen. or wait, four and a half? i don’t recall if i began my disciplined practice in 2013 or 2014? since then, i have only gone one month (recently) where i was down to only two days a week of yoga. otherwise, i have practiced 3 to 6 days a week, regularly. it is this regular practice that changed my entire life and continues to do so. i do yoga at home now cause i like it better. if i can add meditation to the discipline, completion. it is the daily work that makes all the difference, i have learned. i used to live in a dream world, unregulated, all over the place, uncentered, thrashing around, my will disconnected from my my heart, my mind disconnected from my body. yoga connected my will to my heart and my mind to my body and now i live centered and in reality. reality being what is here right now before me and what is within me, with me as true self awake in the center. the humbling part is if i stop doing yoga, this all goes away. no different than if i stop brushing my teeth they will turn yellow and get cavities. it is ALL about the practice. humbled by this. self love has taken years to feel but i can say that, although i still can be overly critical of myself and get trapped by the “not good enough” vow at times, self love is solid. how did that happen? i would also say it is the regular practice. repetition truly is magic…

scorpio moon saturday babbling…

finding incredible peace being alone and working. i really needed to not socialize or interact and just read my book and write my paper. it soothes and nurtures me to work these days. funny but it’s true. the quiet and focused structure feels good. my introverted and intellectual aspects are being fed and this is calming down the passionate longing and fearful animal that must surrender and trust right now in life. or maybe always in life. i look forward to graduate school being over and being able to use this energy to write my next book. i have learned discipline a second time around (first time is when i wrote my first book). this time around, discipline has become more of a comfort than a push. when life is scary, work is an anchor. being alone is not being alone, it’s a return to source, to oneness, to the sanctuary of spirit. doesn’t need to be religious or mystical in nature. spirit is everything. mercury is retrograde and i feel it hard-core. it’s as if the external world is connected to me only lightly. the stress of the growing racist white nationalist voice in this country is a call to stand against. i will do so with love. just letting the words flow. weird dreams last night. cheeseburgers were involved. and my work place. the sky is blue and moon is scorpio today. leo sun and scorpio moon, this is opposite my friend’s signs. i suppose the fact that it is leo season, leo eclipse, leo new moon means making it all about “me” is the key. sometimes we are each in our own universe and the storylines of the individual do not live in the collective narrative. it feels very much like this right now. i don’t feel i am in the same movie with my friends and family. i feel each of us inside our own narrative. sometimes it is between you and god, goddess, nature, universe, ram, whatever word you use to describe the higher power. i am tuned into this frequency right now as it feels like leo’s version of mercury retrograde. a sacred time to check in with your personal narrative with spirit. my narrative has a lot of shadow elements rising up. i am honoring and releasing the shadow anger, envy, fear, sorrow, worry, confusion, and lust i feel so that it does not solidify into identity. i am releasing shadow into the basin of the goddess, into the core of the earth, the middle of sea. i keep wanting to work with the dragons. life is so friggen chaotic and yet the order inside of chaos is apparent. i am surrendering into the order inside chaos. we are always held and loved by mysterious spirit…

teensy update…

time crunch. two papers due in two weeks. back to the practical now that the emotional eclipse week is closing. a lot is going on in my heart. cancer, money, papers, home, summer ending, fall’s busy next four months. longing for my man. this country. prejudice and racism. feeling scared to wear the jewish star my mom and i bought. scared to type the words that i am scared. a lot of fear. necessary choices over dream choices. the break-down of it all. the illusion and dissolution. too much on the plate of the heart. not a feast or famine. a ravished table. a blue sky. longing longing longing. present moment. doing laundry and typing keys. listening to binaural beats. gonna read and write all day and night, not be social at all. get it done. solitude, the medicine today. feeling the need to be all alone to focus. feeling the need to start a new painting too. maybe i will today. hard to think about exercising. seems hard to push my body right now. blah, boring, heart cannot share what is rich. private mercury retrograde feelings reeling through…

notes and a painting from the eclipse….

haven’t blogged in days. almost forgot about blogging as a something i do regularly. speaks to the kind of week it has been. the eclipse took me for a ride so intense. right before, i was light light light. felt the beauty and gifts in everyone around me and was doing the positive talk thing i do in a sort  of hyper, maybe slightly obnoxious fashion. the eclipse arrived and i got to see it with the glasses a clinician brought and shared with everyone. wonder, stillness, surreal, magic. all the fuzzy feelings. until about an hour later. i am breathing like i am having a panic attack and i feel the most tender sorrow enter my heart. i wish to crawl inside the earth like a mole and hide. tea and binaural beats from friends are offered and i am able to stave off the sickness and emotional sensitivity within a few hours and get back to what i do. but once home, it hits again in the form of nausea. all i can do is plop on the couch until bed. wake up, do yoga, feel nauseas again and notice a mysterious bruise arrive on arm and not sure how. scary bruise. i freak out but know i am freaking out. then a tidal wave of sorrow mixed with fear hits. sorrow for not being with my man. fear for being alone. overwhelm for the intense state of transition i am going through and feeling no sense of home. the animal feels devastated and terrified. beyond consolation. i paint it out. cry it out. have a convo that ignites deeper sorrow cause i feel shame and unseen…or…the archetype feels shame and unseen. the sorrowful fallen angel archetype within is much bigger than me. the archetype is my ancestors and it seeks to be heard, honored, and loved. it considers running into the safety of an ashram because life feels too painful. i am reminded to give space for the archetype to have her voice. this calms her. then i am given a shamanic healing spontaneously by a friend. i send my ancestors back through the veil. it is too much to be their avatar. i call upon an etheric avatar to be a bridge between me and my ancestors. i come into the full present moment, paired down, sparse, simple, five senses. i touch the hand of my man on the etheric level. i really feel him and so does my shamanic friend. he is gentle, kind, and my soul connects to his music completely. i feel calmed and centered. the sorrow lifts. i am reminded that by choosing nourishing romantic love, i heal my ancestors. back home i chill out and feel back to myself. the archetype has receded back into the unconscious again. we talked about how the archetypes live through us as shattered parts of oneness that came into being when soul incarnated into form. the archetypes collect story after story of pain and subjugation as they move from body to body and life to life, invisible to the five sense but the foundation of every human animal. there are joyous archetypes too but it is important to give lots of space for the pain to speak, be validated, and receive love. she gave the archetype the love it needed this time around and she reminded me of sacred regulation: one thing at a time. next morning i feel back to center. my gums ache though. the animal is still tender and lost a bit. the veil that opened during the eclipse, allowing all the energies of the universe in on all dimensions, is closing again. slowly closing. i still feel disoriented. i had nightmares last night about being constantly watched and having no freedom or agency. so much is emerging for healing. mercury is retrograde. the words feel stuck but the heart feels open. we all need love. i am giving love to myself and i also feel oddly disconnected from others. i feel like we are all in our own bubbles right now. or maybe it is just me in my own bubble of regeneration, in the deep. the energies are shifting continually though. i will emerge from the cave soon. this eclipse is no joke. it’s huge. been so emotional and uncomfortable going through this. but that’s ok. i do it for me and for us. i do it for the love we are.

here is the painting i made:

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