The Fire Within

We are all comprised of 5 tattvas or elements: earth, water, fire, air, and ether. 

If the tattvas are balanced and strong, as well as in the proper areas of the body, then you can repel stress, trauma, and illness and magnetize health, prosperity and alignment. 

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I've created something special for You!

* What's the pattern that is holding me back?
* What is it that I really want?
* What is anxiety teaching me? 
* What am I actually afraid of and what can I do about it?

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Conscious Uncoupling

I wonder who I will be when it’s no longer you and me 

but rather me and me 

and you and you 

one day, maybe soon, it will be you and her 

me and him 

I can’t help but wonder 

how much we shaped each other’s being 

carved our names into each other’s hearts

and we belonged there for a time 

it was wild and romantic and free 

the way you fell into my arms on that green velvet couch 

there wasn’t an inch of me that you did not claim as your own 

and you belonged to me, as much as anyone can belong to someone 

there were moments when I didn’t want to belong in your heart 

moments where silence tore us apart on the floor of that hotel room on my 31st birthday, words that etched their way into the fabric of my lungs 

we cast out dark shadows with great light that night 

fell asleep in a field as the crows cried overhead 

and we held each other tightly, 

not knowing if it was the last time our skin would heat up against the fire in our chests 

you were my everything

a force that swallowed me whole 

a bottomless depth to which I gleefully swam 

an emerald green ocean on a hot summers day 

I wonder when the frost of winter landed on the fruit of our love; 

it came without warning

it came without reason or remedy 

without declaration or denial 

the emptiness began to swallow us whole 

no contractual agreement to bind our unfolding 

the greatest love story began to rewrite itself 

from structure to formless 

from singular to limitless 

once again we find ourselves unbridled to expectation and free to truly love the places we’ve called home in each other’s evolution 

clawing and gripping at nothing 

releasing ideas of dogma and duty

sculpting a new ending, a final exploration, that the Angels will herald in heaven 

and bless from above 

because only the brave can love deeply enough 

to let each other go 

with this much beauty and innocence and grace 

Wanderlust

We did yoga, but it didn't just bend and contort our bodies - it shifted and untangled our minds and liberated our vocal chords into the vibrations of cosmic union.  We all sang.  We all let go of the times we haven't spoken our truths, and the ways in which we've used our words to hurt.  We released the fear of being heard, and feeling foolish.  We made noise to remember, not to numb our pain or forget our failures, no, we made sounds to soothe each other in a blanket of unconditional love as a community and as a commitment to each other.

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The Storm


Relationship after relationship new storms would surge, threatening to throw one of us overboard,  but I refused to take responsibility for the dysfunction emerging in each.  I wasn’t yet ready to get brutally honest with myself and own my experiences.  It was only after repeated ‘failed', or sabotaged, relationships that I began to notice a pattern - someone was always cast aside.

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Forgiveness

People who are hurt, hurt other people, and the seed of anger only grows when we allow others to impact us negatively.  Anger then passes from person to person, a marry-go-round of resentment spinning out of control until everyone is sick.  This is where society is stuck – in a playground during recess where the connection between action and consequence are still new and unfamiliar.  It needs to stop.  Forgiveness is the cure.  If we don’t learn to forgive, we allow the person who has wronged us to hold us prisoners in the past and therefore, lose sight of the beauty found in the present moment. 

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Celebrating Celibacy

This blog post was originally written two years ago for another blog I used to guest write for.  My heart desires to share it with you now.  Sat Nam.

“I can tell by your knees that you don’t have much sex lately.”

I said, “Why? Because they’re so close together?”

She laughed.  “No –it’s the cartilage.  Very dry.  Hormones from sex lubricate the joints.  How long since sex for you?”

“About a year and a half.”

“You need a good man.  I will find one for you.  I will pray at the temple for a good man for you, because you are my sister...” (Elizabeth Gilbert. Eat Pray Love.)

 

In my experience most people view celibacy as peculiar, a punishment, a means to cleanse or as Gilbert notes, dry and something that requires prayer.  One day over lunch with my girlfriends I said, “I’m going to be celibate for a year!”  I was being predominantly sarcastic but something inside of me glittered with recognition.  I had verbally started to manifest the course of my life but I didn’t yet know the profound influence it would have on me and my journey to self-love.  Celibacy has enhanced my experiences regarding self-validation, relationships, and spirituality.    

 

At this point you may be asking why I chose to make this vow.  It started over a year ago, albeit without my knowledge, when I ended a very volatile relationship.  As the old adage goes, a drowning man cannot save a drowning man – and both of us were drowning.  I was holding on to issues from my past and so was he – both of us looking for completion in the other.  Even though I ended the relationship, I carried the baggage around with me to the next one, never getting too close, and again the cycle continued.  When this relationship ended, I took a good look at the patterns I was creating in my life.  The first step is taking responsibility.  I thought back to my seemingly unconscious thought to be celibate and I made a decision.  


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Have you ever really thought about the relationship you have with yourself?  Where do most of your thoughts come from?  Are they positive?  Negative?  Do you scold yourself with words your parents used?  Are you beautiful this week because someone reminded you?  If you are, that’s OK – you are human.  As humans, we take the external cues from the outside world and we use them to validate ourselves and our actions.  Cooley and Mead coined this term the Looking-Glass-Self.  In sociology, this is the idea where we see ourselves through the eyes of other people – either present or imagined – and incorporate their views into our self-concept.  Who we are then is determined, at least in part, by the external audience we have in mind.  Does this sound familiar?  We are constantly comparing ourselves to others.  We introduce ourselves based on what we do for a living or if we are married or dating and we relentlessly look for satisfaction in our daily lives – whether that is through food, sex, or whatever else ‘feels good’ right now!  I did the same thing.  I’m still working on it.  I’m not suggesting not doing things that make you feel good.  I am suggesting being conscious of why you are making the decision you are making.  It has been fascinating to observe what happens when one of the basic human drives that influence behaviour is removed.  As you can guess, your behaviour starts to change. 

    

I looked for attention and validation from others at first.  How could I not, I had been doing that my whole life.  The beginning was tough.  I can remember coming home after a night out and crying because I felt so alone.  My Ego repeatedly tried to scare me into thinking I’d go on alone forever if I didn’t break this silly little vow – her words, not mine.  Her voice would say things like, “You’re shutting off the energy to meet your person!” or “Think of all the experiences you are missing out on!” – knowing just how to play me.  Sometimes the Ego would use trickery in the form of a dream, elusive but lucid, reminding me of past romance.  The first six months were extremely difficult as I fought with this voice.  Then it got easier.  I started to take myself more serious and I began validating myself every day.  I would look in the mirror and say positive affirmations.  I have inspiring words written all over my house.  If I was out I would repeat them and soon enough I began to have a love affair with myself.  The company is great.  We like the same documentaries; we care about culture, and music and art.  We love to travel and experience different foods.  We are perfect, whole, and complete – and we are One.  I’ve been spiritual my whole life but I never learnt how to validate myself until I shut out the noise from the outside and looked inward to find answers.  I went back to the Source, where all of the answers reside in you – patiently waiting for you to ask.      


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It has been a beautiful experience to witness how my relationships have changed during this time.  By being authentic I have attracted some very creative like-minded individuals – my old friendships have flourished as well.  Because I’m not wondering if some boy thinks I’m cute, hoping that true love will find me based on my outfit choice, I’m free to be present in each conversation, each smile, each laugh, and each hug.  This experience has taught me many things, all of which are mine to take with me forever, and the most critical lesson it has taught me is how I can make myself happy.  You must fight for your happiness.  Elizabeth Gilbert notes, “I keep remembering one of my Guru’s teachings about happiness.  She says that people universally tend to think that happiness is a stroke of luck, something that will maybe descend upon you like fine weather if you’re fortunate enough.  But that’s not how happiness works.  Happiness is the consequence of personal effort.  You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it.  You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings.”  I have surrendered to her last statement, making it my mantra.  

    

Since my energy is free to focus on myself I have also had the benefit of increased union with other realms.  My dreams symbolisms create a deeper understanding of the world around me and my protection in it.  I am opening up chakras and taking charge of my happiness.  Because of this renewed sense of peace I am kinder to myself, more patient, more loving and more open-minded.  My journey won’t be yours.  I’m not suggesting that celibacy is the only way to find inner joy, in fact I think relationships bring to the surface a breadth of knowledge about who you are; the point is that as a society we are addicted to a lot of things – sex is one of them.  The real joy comes from loving thyself and as a by-product all of your relationships will be harmonious.  You will begin to attract people in vibrational alignment to you and there is power in that.   You are a gentle soul – go forth with faith.  And always follow the pathless forestial landscape of your own heart.  

Light

A light in the fog

Dim then growing brighter.

Her soul was transformed; her essence felt lighter.

For the things with the glitter and gold don't compare to the whispering words of wisdom

down there in the depths of her heart, the Forest so deep -

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there's no need to retreat when the weather's so sweet in the place that you've found,

a special place to call home.

Don't worry dear Angel, you won't be alone.

For you're loved evermore and you feel this I'm sure,

because deep down Angel's always know what's the cure.

No spells, magic potions - looking outward do beware - for this place in the depths is the only place to share.

So from this place you stray no more.

You feel the truth right at the core.

And the light in the fog beams like a lighthouse tower.

None shall loose their way.

You have sourced your true power.  

Flying

In the basement, the last room on the left, she sleeps under the shadows of a twisted patriarchy.

Her wounds heal quickly. Her flesh still unaffected by the the linear vacuum of time.

Her heart beats in sync to her mothers' - a soul's commitment that burns in the crematorium of broken archetypes.

Bound by authority she takes it to bed with her and promises to fight anyone for this shattered piece of stardust.

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