What does the rain elicit in you?

To me the rain is a very special event. My body instantly relaxes as the rain begins to fall, even the promise of its appearance delights me. The way rain touches the bark and begs a new rich color to come forward. It’s adventure on the foreheads of the leaves 🍃 leaving them slick with droplets of daring. The distinct smell in the air of Nature drinking. Walking through the experience feeling cozy and cavelike under protective gear. Watching rivers, ponds, lakes and oceans 🌊 greet their dancing counterpart atop their surface. A party of ripples and leaping exclamations of water drops 💦 on water! The thick feeling of life, of water taking over. The excited screams of those abandoning silly reason and leaping onto the concrete with bare feet and no umbrella 🌂 the raw abandon of leaping into puddles then racing back upstairs to warm showers, hot cocoa and giggles. The screams and squeals thrilled by sudden lightening. The elonged silly faces exclaiming shock of thunder and whoops and laughter running around the house from window to window. I love the rain so deeply. It is very cozy to me. 
What does the rain elicit in you?


Words & Photo: Me

Choosing to celebrate life

I’m finding celebrating life is a consistent choosing of it. It’s not an arrival, not based on perfection, it is a choice for me. Emotions come up and I feel them. Then I come back to choosing what I want to experience. I choose to let go of any illusioned anchors of knowing what will happen in the future and trust the adventure of the unknown. For me this brings me back to savoring my now. In the now for me is celebration.
What does celebrating life look like for you?

Showing up

Looking bad is something I face when I write, when I get deep in my soul and share. The process is uncomfortable, at times emotional and yet I am always left present to my freedom. To my sovereignty. I feel connected to my self and something greater each time. Every time I show up vulnerable I have to surrender to self acceptance and the tenderness of my own self love. I’m worth it. Showing up, to me, is the journey.
Do you give yourself permission to show up?

Who is your hero?

Who is your hero? Mine is my mommy. I know what unconditional love looks like because of her. She is the most tender heart and such purity and innocence. She loves to sing. Any time I would apologize she would be warm and sweetly say, ‘There is nothing to forgive.’ My mom and the love she is and has freely been to all she meets, inspires me to be the love I am.

For me the fear of not belonging has fueled much discontent. And much of me viewing myself as separate from other. However, if I stand in self responsibility I can see I do belong. I am not separate. I am all I see around me. Yes I am unique, each being is unique. And unique does not equate to separate. 
Self acknowledgement does not separate, it expands and unites. For me self acknowledgement and self responsibility dissipate old fears with tender knowing I am connected. It is me I am exploring, the ancient me in many forms. I belong not because of an action, I belong simply by being.

The play is over.

In looking I’ve realized I have spent much of my life subconsciously looking at history like a play wondering where do I fit, what part is mine to take on? The thing is, the play is over. It’s over. I don’t have to follow a role. I can do whatever I want. It’s a worthwhile play to learn from, not a play for me to keep leapfrogging throughout my life in the name of preservation. Not to perpetuate it blindly based on the fear of perpetuating it blindly. 
Every part of history is mine. I belong to every single part of it as it is ultimately about humanity, this planet and its inhabitants. I am not separate from any of it. I am both innocent and guilty. Not from shame from awareness, self love and self acceptance. It is all mine. I belong. With that lesson in mind I am free. The play is over. Who I choose to be now is solely my responsibility.