Q. Why did I move to Utah? Whenever anyone asks me this question or defaults to doubt when considering the charge behind the quality and direct current of simply feeling a feeling and then just getting in a car - driving, dreaming, turning to a rhythm all your own..it really amazes me. What is life without risking? What is life without knowing or experiencing every inch of the world we live in? This shit (said with affection, because swearing is passion to moi) - this magical scene...is everrrrywhere around us. Open those eyes. Take a long, drawn out breath. Smell the wild zing of the juniper. Hear that secret creature rustle in the grass. Feel the sun seeping into your skin as water warms around you in a bath. Aye caramba. It's everything. And I can't get enough...✨
What would we have left to do if we accomplished everything we dreamed of. What would we have left to enjoy if we had all the things we wanted. What would be left to chase if we had happiness and fulfillment all the time? The beauty of our lives, lies in the journey rather than the destination. Embrace feelings of emptiness, sadness, not being enough, the depth in these emotions presents us a reason for our struggles. -void🌌
ESCREVER (IM) PRECISO
Em branco, a página insiste
Grita, pede a palavra
Antes era infinita,
Mas se limita ao insurgir-se o verso
Espaço para o espanto
Onde surge a imagem
O canto, à margem
Rabiscar um nome
Saciar a fome de escrita
Que me baste a letra, a frase
Tropeçando na madrugada
Afronta a insônia. Poema ou conto?
Deflorada, a página, grávida
Da a luz uma canção, aos prantos.
With the wisdom available to us in the study of the energy of the lower three chakras.
I walk around with an image in my head of red roots reaching through my tailbone and my feet - Into the earth. And a violet ray of light reaching through my crown into the cosmos. We are all conduits for the bridging of earth and cosmic energy. That’s what you look like to me.
And for fun, I can relate all of this back to cultural identity and our capacities to live fulfilling lives.
I notice that I hold myself back from talking about this bc I have this weird idea that I’ll put people off.
But then I realize I’m not talking to the people who are put off!
And even some people who say they are put off by chakra talk and energy work - (hello darling, I’m talking to you. 😉)- these people are actually listening very closely and waiting for me to show them something.
Take a lesson brothers and sisters- you are allowed to be obsessed with what turns you on- what makes sense to you. You’re allowed to teach it and talk about it freely. There are people who want to hear what you have to say. Even if they themselves cannot admit it.
Trust me your silence and hesitation will cause your own unnecessary suffering and leave those who are watching you with silent unanswered questions.
What is it that you want to say? What are you going to teach us? What light can you shine on our questions and mysteries?
Good school days.
Yes When i was a little girl , I used to go through this thought " When i will grow up ". And when I am , I want to go back to my golden school days. Obviously this is the human tendency where we never value the present scenario, whether we want to push ourselves to the future or catch the time machine and rush to our past. Coming late to the school was there in my gene and after that those innumerable excuses. standing in those long hours of assembly and praying to God " Please, skip the principal's speech ".But when the reverse used to happen we used to clap in between and our principal be like stop it ! Till now my speech has not come to an end. But we always use that trick to make him pause. our class starts from the second hour. If the class is boring then we make our heads lie down on that desk and start beating the desk like a drum, pleasant music just bums through the ears. If the teacher punishes us then going out and moving each corner of the school and returning back, and at times getting caught while roaming round the school. And how I can forget about those fake signature that we got approved, to go to the dormitories only to have our snacks. And in every chit of paper we used to write our reason " Personal problem " So sad, boys couldn't do that. Do you still remember? Stealing mangos from the play ground and after that straight run to the washroom. Paper fighting in the class rooms. Rare visit to the staff common room Specially those yummy Day scholar's tiffins. Long queues in the dinning halls and entering in middle in front of known friends. Calling all the teachers for birthday celebrations and doing all that cake facial things. And holding on friends birthday cakes and missing all that night study hours just in the name of birthday celebration. And calling our teachers with those ticklish names unknown to them. Fighting like cats and dogs in those streets. And at last writing those unforgettable memories on each other's T-shirts ( school uniform) . Yes I am talking about those nostalgic days which can never be reverted back.
Your present is like a treasure to you. just gather the good memories as much as you can.