“Words coming genuinely from the heart of another touch us deeply. They need not be eloquent or original to do so. It is rather the quality of connection they create which empowers them. They contain neither guile nor show, but only depth of feeling, even if they are the same words repeated again and again. If we occasionally replaced the stories repeated in our heads with words such as these, we’d know some peace. If we do so habitually, we’d know ourselves. If we do so together, we can literally drop the veils between heaven and earth.”
One of the most awesome gifts that emerge out of messy, adverse experiences, at least for me, is the way in which, once all the dust has settled and breath is once again possible, real connections with beautiful people begin to manifest. It’s as if the challenge burns away everything that is unnecessary and leaves in its wake these startling and unique opportunities to be vulnerable and open and real with someone else.
I am really fortunate to have been offered this lesson as an almost divine gift that singularly presents itself every time I feel myself sliding toward the hot mess category. Now, instead of reacting, I wait; as I know on the other end lies just the right person to help me step into the next big moment of my life, and the next and the next and the next. I’m never ever really alone.
It seems funny to me that I would make that statement as I am approaching my one year anniversary of living alone for the first time (my 50th year), and I had been so so afraid of it. In being alone, I found myself, really and truly, and with that discovery came all kinds of fabulous, funky and rewarding connections with others. It’s the love of the relationship and the sacredness of the connection as a result of the love, and maybe even the swirly spirit of love that glimmers all around it, that continues to buoy me up and propel me forward. Every single time.
And now, thank God, it’s no longer just about me. It probably never was, and I realize deep down that I’ve always had faith in the shimmery power of love, but now, the difference is that I really and truly believe in it. And I live it.
I’m on a journey here and the blog is going to change over the next couple of weeks to begin to reflect the next stage of my life; the beginning of the creation of the livebig365 Serenity Salon. There will be videos and guest bloggers and vloggers and musical accompaniment and real time melt downs and moments of jubilation as I make manifest, with a whole bunch of fabulous support, the next level of this wellness business. Livebi365 is not just a state of mind, connection to the body or impulse from the spirit. It’s a combination of all of those juicy miracles plus relaxation, restoration, rejuvenation and fun.
It promises to be unlike any other yoga experience ever experienced.
All made possible by the deep and abiding fellowship that has already gently and wisely supported and coaxed me this far.
I’m so interested in your feedback. This place is about you as well. So………
Speak to me in whatever way you would like. And I will speak back, as will many many others. To be honest that spontaneous reciprocity is the reason this whole crazy grand thing got started. And it’s taken shape and continues to unfold right before our very eyes.
Let’s let the magic continue and see what miracles pulse forth as a result of the allowing.
I, for one, am pretty giddy with anticipation!
Big Loving Namaste!
(Most especially to one of my co-conspirators in vulnerability, Beth Kloessner. Big Love to you Baby!