February 14.2014

Dear human: you’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and will return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of messing up.often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s plenty…


Moving forward with less

I originally started this draft over 2 years ago now with simply the title while I was going through my divorce. I just kept feeling that while relief from the storm, no, the bloody hurricane.. that I was also incredibly aware what I had lost; an entire family. No more husband, no more sisters and brothers no more nieces or in-laws, I was feeling light and heavy all at once, talk about a heart attack, every emotion was under attack.

Being true to myself I knew that life would keep going, that I would keep going, but this time it was just me and my reset button, like I had just cleared out my hard drive of life, praying for the reboot to come with relief for smoother operating days ahead.

Moving foreword;positive
With less; life altering

I guess its up to us how we translate, digest and execute our experiences for the chapters that lie ahead. If we face the music and pay attention during our rainy days, do we then move with less or do we gain, even if in some painful way?

This one word

My newborn blog has been created and will be woven together daily, weekly, monthly, by what I believe to be the most powerful word known to every language, Love.
30 years of heart beats has brought me to this place of reverence and adoration of this highly misused and abused, fearfully core reaching, biologically nutritious, attractive word that I only want more of.
My years of attempts to understand it has only left me more humbled, more human, more certain that it’s crucial for the cure and more curious , So the beat goes on, this time with an audience.
Something we all desire, but don’t all have.
Something we all hear but don’t all feel.
Something we all recall but don’t all acclaim.

A universal word bearing so many different meanings to so many different people, how could we ever unite and agree on one clear definition of its name? Do we need to? Is this what keeps us individual, unique?

Are we robbing ourselves of character when we neglect love in all or any of its forms, a strong solid metal tin, a fortress no doubt, but with a hollow inside?
They say you receive the love you give… But you can’t receive if you don’t give. Where do we learn this?

When I view my life as one big book or story, it makes it easy for me to digest it all in chapters as if an actual book or story being told. I feel we all have a story to be told and this I call our “Life Book”. In mine, representing the years I’ve been alive, I am currently on chapter 30 and its quite the read so far.

I’ve  been pulled in by the desire to absorb and understand Love in all its forms. Not just the John Cusack 1980’s romantic comedy with him standing outside of my window with a ghetto blaster on his shoulders hollywood kind, but perhaps the bigger than one’s self kind, the driving force behind this world and all that resides within it. My personal experiences, with my steadfast interest, I continually turn over new soil to seek new information in what can be created by these 4 letters, not to mention what can be un-done. All that we are surrounded by or choose to surround ourselves with. This entry kicks off the potential of some lightly seasoned or heavily marinated posts to be of my undergoing take and process of this…one….word.

2014; green means go

Picking the thought up about blogging again feels daunting but very necessary.Truth is, I never really started,  2 years ago I signed this account up….tossed a few thoughts around but never published. In full belief I am built to express, think, write, create, push and move…and yet Its a catch where the very things I should be recording on the daily are the very items that detour me, as if its too much to even begin….

Well its the start of a new year, and I’m going to try…to begin… the green light on my life couldn’t be any brighter.