Mine is a heart wide open

Mine is a heart wide openI feel the temperature of rain on my skin

The warmth of sun crawling languid across my form

I feel havoc and mayhem 

Like nails 

I feel the pinch of suffering across the pavements I walk

The gut punch of the starving which my feet do betray

I feel the echoes of a world

Trembling in its ever birth

Sighing in its destroy

Of a species finding its way 

Both brutally and beautifully through the storm of evolution 

I feel the plight of the willow tree not close enough to water

The miracle of the butterfly 

Resurrected

Once liquified 

Made merry as a pretty thing

Yet born so clear of plight

I feel my connection in unconsciousness

To the pain 

I find the bread crumbs I have set for my self

Out of the woods into wonder and life

I feel the silks of joy riding up my thighs 

Curving across my cheek

Up into multiverse

I feel the remorse of times unchecked

The compassion of unchecked fervor 

I feel the cavern thundering silently

Across the earths hair

Beckoning to grotto pure

The subtlety of awe 

In the flicker of a Doe’s ear

I feel the mechanical rhino exerting its presence

Stampede the brick and paved jungle

Calling the wild 

Safari machinery wailing its primal nature 

All rushing from the hyena which never comes

I feel the cry of the child rip through my body 

Opening up the animal in me which seeks to protect

I feel the soothing reminder of their voice

Yet unmarked giving expression 

I feel the untamed aliveness in each passing human

The barefoot fire dancer I ache to unite with 

Even muted attempts cannot hide the smell from me

Nor choking perfumes

I feel the pulse of tribal

The thrust in my shoulder blades 

Arch of my back

Stomp of my feet

The deep old movements that want release in my body 

Misinterpreted and misrepresented by an addicted culture into a mating call

Pelvic thrusts of connection deep with my roots

Guttural sounds yipping from my throat

Tongue singing rolling into soul call

Celebrating dust of Earth on my toes 

Howling into the night 

Ritual of grounding

I feel the moon shining or hidden

The stars in their mystical alchemy

A science unknown

I feel the outer of this inner world

The vastness of the space my planet employs

The planet I share in one

I feel protective of her life

I am a heart wide open

I feel every moment and particle deeply

Even beyond my human sight.


Painting and words by me.

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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
wild woman dancing

Punya Mati

Durga Puja is an yearly Hindu festival that celebrates the Hindu Goddess Durga. Durga is the Mother Goddess also known as Parvathi, Shakti, Kali among many other names. She is creator, nourishment, destroyer. As pure energy Durga is formless and manifests herself within other gods and demi-gods as a path of fulfilling the way of the Universe.

Durga Puja signifies the triumph of Durga over the buffalo demon Mahishasura for which Durga/Shakti was born to slay. This festival is a celebration of triumph of good over evil.

This Puja also worships Shiva as a consort of Durga as she is Parvati. Also the other dieties included in this worship are Lakshmi, Saraswati, Ganesha and Kartikeya as they are considered Durga’s children.

In Kumortuli, India the idols of these gods are made with sacred soil also known as punya mati or ‘blessed soil’. This blessed soil is from the houses of prostitutes.

The priest of the Durga Puja ceremony must beg the sex worker for this soil. Durga would be greatly displease if her worshipers did not get the blessing of the prostitutes. The priest must change a specific mantra as the prostitute scoops and gives the clay.

This tradition began as tribute to the courtesan and her deep skills as an artist. An honoring of the being of Tantric arts through which they were reminded of God and breathed the fibers of their own Divinity. She who is vessel and portal of Divine guidance and sacred union. Whom by touch of flower to skin reminds life in body. She [or he] who dispels doubt of infinite oneness. The Returner.

Received with humility the Courtesan is remembered in this sacred reception of her blessing of punya mati.

Day 8 of 100 Days of Loving and Celebrating Being

My path is gold

It is so interesting as I just had the most amazing breakthrough. I saw how I have used comparison and approval seeking to shrink myself and my voice. I have looked at the paths of others, truths, ways of being as the ‘right’ way and have exalted another’s path. I used this pedestal I put others on to look down on my own path as broken and not good enough.

But then I started to realize, my path is gold. It doesn’t look like anyone else’s path and it never will. No two paths are the same. That is the very unique expression of me to embrace what is truly my path. This is me.

It’s from my own golden path I speak my voice. My wisdom. My knowledge. As a writer, as a dancer, painter, mother, being. I am an artist of life and my voice is my paintbrush. Whether I voice my body, my words, my being. It is mine. I will not shrink my expression in search of approval or in comparison to another’s path. Standing in my full being, this is how I love myself.

Your path is beautiful, unique, yours. My path is beautiful, unique, mine. Neither needs to be ‘fixed’ as neither is broken. We are already connected in love as we are love.

I so get agreement is not necessary for me to embody my bloom.

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Day 2 of Loving and Celebrating Being

Loving and Celebrating Being as my foundation.

To me loving and celebrating being is vital for my foundation. There are many times when this is an action and I am finding also many times it isn’t an action at all, just a presence.

This is all fresh exploration for me so I am expressing as this journey comes present for me.

I started the videos 17 weeks ago. I began to explore the idea of this before my videos. This is my experience of loving and celebrating my own being. This experience has supported my self kindness in a big way. I get to keep opening to the love I am. I now experience myself as the greatest adventure.

My hope is this inspires others to see themselves as their own greatest adventure! As I remember myself, I want to be a part of the conversation that reminds we are all beautiful, worthy, whole and love right now in this moment.

From such a foundation the creative genius that is being gets to fully self express and we bloom. Yes, we are all creative geniuses and that looks different for each. Authentically creative genius can look like a mathematician, an electrician, a bus driver, a painter, a performer, an athlete and so forth. Everyone’s creative genius is unique and that is what the world craves, the full expression of our being.

Loving and celebrating being, can you imagine if everyone had this foundation? Absolutely felt the beauty they are? This moves me. I gift myself this as I love and celebrate my being.

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