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?

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Day 93 of 100 Days of Loving Men

Day 93- Random act of kindness

Daily I get random acts of kindness from men. Travelling the city with my daughter when we are on the train when there is one seat and I have my daughter sit, a man will without thought ask if I want the seat next to her or quickly get up. I’m good, I can stand so I’m not going to ask someone who was there before me to eject themselves for me. Even exhausted men I’ve seen offer this. I’ve been offered a seat when I’m on my own too, without my child. Just for being a woman I receive random acts of kindness from men and this doesn’t escape me. I have doors held for me and so on.

So as a thank you, I like to return the favor.

Today, why not do a random act of kindness for a man? If you have energy and are not exhausted yourself- selfcare is important – why not give up a seat for a man travelling the train after work? I’ve seen construction workers who must be exhausted in full gear with debris from the site still on them, a good sit would surely be welcome. Businessmen, delivery men, etc. A few minutes of rest and kindness makes a difference. Or holding the door.

Or…be creative! I would love to hear what random act of kindness you paid forward to a man today. Keep me posted!

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A call to awakened sisterhood and the end of the man hating pain wall.

A call to awakened sisterhood and the end of the man hating pain wall.

You want the goddess? You call to her, sing to her, praise her, call her life? You deny her destruction and in this her entirety? You REALLY want the goddess? Well here she is! Meet me here at the feet of Kali-Ma and lay down your illusion, claim your freedom
and end your hate ride

You point and shame ‘warrior, warrior’ to men, well face me! Face my warrior! Here we are, give me your blades. I will not strike you, I will fiercely smack away every illusion of fight- expect it- as I come to you to touch your heart with fire, can you sit in sisterhood
with me? Or will you flee?

Can you stay here in my raw alcehmy and spew your illusion until it runs dry as I hold no cup for it? Can you be here naked in your soul and touch my ears with your pain? Can you scream, cry until you realize in your fold that you are killing your own heart?

This wall, this pain body wall projected onto men has got to STOP. Transmute the pain and own your heart. Open your eyes to YOURSELF.

Do you know what you are saying when you spread your pain words about men? You are telling me how much of yourself you have not faced. How much of you that you do NOT accept. How much of your own life you have shackled behind your illusionary wall of blaming men. And when your sisters come to tell you with open hearts, ‘be with me, let go of the pain, receive yourself fully’ you shut them out?

You want the Goddess? Then hear Kali roar!-

Goddess worshippers with a blind eye to the Divine Masculine, To Shiva my King, light, my heart, you dare tell me that you praise the
goddess? I don’t think so. You throw your brothers and sisters under the bus to collect in pain and division within yourselves. You create walls within you and blame those around you. This is not heart, this is not mercy, this is not power. This is sadness for you, this is isolation within yourself. You carry a desert within you that you can
never sate until you receive the oasis you are.

There. Since we’re all speaking for the gods suddenly, giving our archetypes authority and voice as it suits us, face my Kali.

I have watched every gender and sex speak and drive the malignant stories of men, illusions spoken as if true. Bitterness is a heavy habit and it spawns hatred fueled behind wall of justification. Leap frogging this fear and hate across generations. It stops HERE.

I do not speak this to ostracize nor divide those who hold such bitterness and hate while lying to themselves and saying they do not, I say this to embrace all of you. Your heart is calling for freedom it sparks in the pain I can feel in your words. YOU ARE NOT DIVIDED. In the illusion you are you perpetuate pain, within and feed the
unconsciousness. It’s not outside of you, you are it.

You’ve been host to this for too long. Divine Masculine has been awake in humanity since the beginning of human, this is not new, as is the Divine Feminine. They exist and are expression of union within. To
fear and hate either is to fear and hate self.

When you say you project your shaming of men, I hear you hate you. And that is a very deep dark sad place to be.

Illuminate.

I call you to illuminate.

I call to the remembering and birth of sisterhood. My rage is pure and true, not devoid of grace and connection, a stand FOR. I see you and it’s time to stop hiding from your own power while casting blades from behind wall of justified. You are not so powerless, nor so dead hearted, I don’t buy the illusion and I will not carry your blade to
the hearts of men.

Hold your self true, hold your innocence alive, breathe in your aliveness, your freedom, join the unity within and receive the unity in the breath of your now.

WHOLENESS.

What you project on men, you feed within. Own it or not. Either way it’s your own power and heart you embrace or shroud.

What you project on women, you feed within. That woman, yes that one, the one RIGHT in front of you is alive. She is your sister and I would not want to see my sister in the swamp, surrounded by a wall of filth
she calls ‘truth’. Dedicated to holding onto her pain and shooting it at men with a fake smile and a plastic ‘goddess’ toy in her back
pocket to back up her hateful claims. I REFUSE to leave her in that pain or coddle her illusion she uses to hide from aliveness, I refuse to be an accomplice to the pain she deals to men and herself.

I don’t think so.

I stand here heart true, open eyed, soul screaming- I do NOT accept the pain body illusion of the masculine and men, I do NOT support your wall and I do NOT accept men being told to carry these pain stories as true.

ENOUGH!

I call to you. The fury in me is a call of heart. THIS is sisterhood, You want the feminine? I’m right here. Wild and awake. Run if you want or stay and touch your own
feminine and be in sisterhood with me. Not the mock sisterhood you’ve been fed, the human and divine where the masculine is seen as is the feminine and neither devoid of inner presence.

So, you ready or what? I sure as hell am. I want my brothers and sisters back. I’ll meet you here by Kali’s feet while Shiva dances.kalima

‘Sexy’ being used as the platform of seduction to aspire to something does nothing for me. ‘Save the planet, it’s sexy’, ‘be yourself it’s sexy’, ‘buy this product, you’ll be sexy’. Seriously? I spent most of my life on the platform of being sexy, I’m so bored with it. Nothing wrong with sexy, it has its fun and beauty just seeing it used as the ultimate does not feed me.

How about, ‘Explore your being, hear your soul speak’, or ‘Be present with Earth, it’s alive, it’s a part of you, keeps you alive let’s care for it in return’, or honest sales ‘buy this product it has little effect on your life overall most likely but you’ll enjoy it for awhile’ lol Come on, stop feeding me ‘sexy’ as the ultimate, it’s not. I spent a long time striving for and living in ‘sexy’ and it fed me nothing.

‘Look at me I’m sexy’ doesn’t do shit for me anymore. The use of the term sexy has become one dimensional. Sexy as a part of full self expression, sure, as a compass- nope! My compass is my heart, aliveness, my joy.

‘Look at my soul, I’m shining, breathless in my being, see the art of my body, here’s my heart open in my eyes’ now THAT, that’s got my full attention 🙂

Aliveness! Inspire my aliveness and my heart and I will listen, not necessarily agree haha but I will listen!

I’m ready for a new and ancient expression of ultimate. You.

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Aliveness!

I am a lightening bolt of joy! I am alive! I’m awakening to how much I can keep myself from my own aliveness!

Riddled by self imposed should’s, shame, guilt, fear that have kept me from being fully self expressed and experiencing my own joy.

I haven’t allowed myself to paint or Burlesque dance in month trapping myself with my own stories. In this I cost myself my aliveness.

I’m now happily doing both. In fact nearly slid into my painting while working on choreography hahaha and that felt great! To be surrounded by and in my aliveness in being!!

I am the possibility of joy and enjoyment and in this I am free!

What joy have you been keeping yourself from [if any!] and how can you rekindle your aliveness?