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Day 31 of 100 Days of Loving and Celebrating Being

Forgiveness

I have found much of my anger and resentment is rooted in avoiding forgiveness. Forgiveness of past anything. In allowance, I experience what forgiveness feels like in my body. I envision tall grass speckled with bright purple flowers. Not far to my left there is a house, it is simple and filled with the feeling of family, friendship, love, cozy. I see a warm wave of golden light rolling across the grass with a kaleidoscope of butterflies coming towards me and entering my heart.The butterflies are unexpected, I haven’t given them much thought in I can’t remember when.

Under canopy of kissing trees arms adorned with fruit, down the path of forgiveness, there is at the final stretch by the rolling waves, forgiveness of self. I unpack my final releasings a glass orb representative of what I used to use to harm myself. I expel it to be swallowed by the ocean. I will return here as needed. I sit looking at my embroidered shoes, enjoying the flow of my dress and robe pooling around me. I watch the sunset before I head back home. Fireflies kiss my path illuminating my steps.

This is my most beautiful gift to myself, self-forgiveness. It is only ever within me. I feel my pack empty and transformed, ready for the next trip.

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What happens when the soul screams past its skin
When it cannot be contained any longer
Not by paradigms
Not by fantastical declarations of never.
There are no rules to the dance my body craves
Whirling across the floor
Spasming in position
Elbows pushing aside restrictions
The gelatin orb can only expand
It gives
It has to.
I said so.
Fists to floor body explodes
Hair flings around in wild madness
Abandoning every should of movement
I don’t care this is how I
Every tribe rushing through me
Every old song care
Dance turns to possession
Spirit
Anguish
Sensuality
Every move powerfully nonsensical
Kicks slides twirls leaps
Neck as liquid
Chest pumps rhythm
Forgotten dimensions thump in my blood
It was the drums that reminded me
Now I am unleashed.
No pretty cage can beckon me back with laquered whispers
Kisses straight from beyond the door of space
I remember
All glowing golden white yet many colors of the rainbow
And colors beyond what I can know and name in my human form
This feeling eternally humming
Waiting for my remembering
I celebrate it
Touch it
Recklessly twisting my form in every way I am called
Beyond the always
Into Creator
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Day 30 of 100 Days of Loving and Celebrating Being

Here for each other
 
I was reminded today of what a blessing we are for each other, our fellow people. Our care for ourselves and for each other. That Source, that Love, that one true purpose. Interconnected in remembering.
 
One life in billions of bodies, from many eras, for many eras. We are here for each other.
 
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I bring presence to the purity of my being
From open blossom of pulsing heart
To life force of my sexuality
My breath sensual aliveness
Creation pours
I feel its call
As I am its call
Adventure Sourced
I remember grace
I surrender to joy
Essence being

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Day 29 of 100 Days of Loving and Celebrating Being

Brotherhood and Sisterhood Meet

There is something very sacred about the brotherhood of men and the sisterhood of women. I am inclusive of my Trans and Intersex brothers and sisters. There is a beautiful exchange between men that is uniquely between men in ways I can feel and connect with yet could never fully know and have been honored to witness.

As there is a uniquely beautiful exchange between women that we known deeply in ways that can be felt and connected with yet only fully known by woman.

In these differences there is a union. The sacred union within as we all are feminine and masculine and the two are not separate. There are moments where the connection between man and woman is such a meld that we can fully enter each others worlds for moments. Where we feel what it is through empathic connection to be the ‘other’.

Sisterhood with basis of loving self and celebrating, honoring, loving men, meeting Brotherhood with basis of loving self, and celebrating, honoring loving women, reminds the wholeness of who we are internally inherently.

In my wholeness I love and celebrate men, as in my wholeness I love and celebrate women, as I receive being loved and celebrated as a woman, as this is all within me and I deprive myself of no part of me.

I celebrate Brotherhood as I celebrate Sisterhood. I imagine them meeting in the desert each in their own space with their own fire. I see myself looking from the rocks watching the Brotherhood in their dance, sounds, song in this ancient connection with themselves as man. I see this same with the women in sound, song, dance in this ancient connection with themselves as woman. This deep grounded connect embodied then both connecting among one fire, releasing the line and feeling themselves as both feminine and masculine. Celebration of oneness.

Brotherhood and Sisterhood meet within me. Sacred Union. Harmony.

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