I am afraid of my fear, my anger, my pain. I learned to ignore them, chainedthem in the darkest of darks, and after layers and layers and layers, I put a colored paper, and some ribbon. And now, when sometimes a chain breaks (it happens), if the paper tarnishes or the ribbon falls, my whole being vibrates with fear, anger or pain … and I allow, in serene surrender, these emotions that belong to me (yes, these too) penetrate my being, that being that yearns to be complete.
an afternoon of constellations, full of silence, sound, energy, information, smooth … lots of life, pure life. Thanks to all who made it possible … and to ours, who came before us … all in all.
And from here and now, I say yes, yes to Life, just as it is.
Something has moved, something has happened that touches a deep (or hidden) emotion in me and do not know what is. I want to hear and I do not hear, I want to see, and I do not see, I want to understand and I do not understand. Only my body is placed in a subtle alert and I feel it wants to stop, to stay still and not to move to allow what is going on – and I do not hear, nor see, nor understand- finding its place, sedimenting itself in still waters. It is an active, humble, respectful and trusting stillness… maybe the sediment is nutritious and can give some fruit sometime, somewhere … in my being with all.
Deep change is to be certain that the old in me in no longer useful, that it is past, left behind on the road.
Deep change is feeling uncertain about the new to come, that has not yet come completely, that I do not understand, that I can not grasp it.
Because there are changes that need to be done despite the terrible voices known, through the inevitable fear … and, hopefully, feeling cradled by the waters of life that elapse somewhere deep within our being.
Life is definetely strange. Confusion, problems, fears, burdens … and one day, a moment of clarity (or insanity, impossible to distinguish) occurs: all experienced, all relationships, all these difficulties, everything, everything seems different. What is real looks like a story, what is new -seen from outside, outside time and space- seems real. And a different life, a life composed of many lives, with good and bad all together, melt in a dance, a boisterous, incomprehensible and simple harmonious dance. And then, keep paddling in this, in that, strange life.
In my fingers, the cold of the morning on wet clothes, wrinkled … and clean.
In my face, surprisingly, the first sun, defying confident, simple but solemn, the night fog.
As it is inside it is outside, if I believe, if I want to, if I trust.
And a fresh joy runs, simply because it feels like.
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To gather, to meet and reconnect, being open to our deep feelings, open to explore without judgment, trusting others, simply because they are there, also open and trusting, and because they are made of the same clay that I was also created. .. and then the energy goes up or down, in and out, dances many dances … and everything flows with life, which makes herself shown, generous and clear, before our open and surprised eyes, both in our the face and in our soul. (Thanks to all who sharee an afternoon of constellations, intense and peacefull at the same time)