What connotes a miracle? Can any little moment in the day be a miracle OR does it have to come out of the sky in technicolor? I mean really. We’re talking miracles here. I’m of the belief that the former is true. Believing in miracles goes against my Aristotle and Kierkegaard loving inquiring mind, but my soul craves to find beauty in the simple poetics of everyday life. That being said…does today’s C+P Wisdom cause a conundrum? A miracle is seemingly the last thing on earth (or earthly depending upon your slant) that would be looking for results. Anyway you slice it…it’s worth a deep inhale and at least a thought or two on what your soul has to think about all this. in other words, don’t answer with your head! Quiet the monkey-chatter in your head and let your soul listen intently to your divine inner voice – that in itself is a miracle on any given day.
Go on a Soul’s Journey to seek an answer…try starting with the Best selling audiobooks on iTunes. My car is often my listening sanctuary…no teens asking for a meal & no a single lovable but barking dog. Ahhh….4-wheelin’ serenity. The Age of Miracles: Embracing the New Midlife (Unabridged) – Marianne Williamson is a great place to start for women of a certain age (like me!). Enjoy.
The moon is chock full of fabulous energy. Percolate on this for a moment…tides shift because of it, women menstruate on its cycle, wine tastes differently when harvested with the moon, and even scientists are trying to mine moon energy to use on our dying planet. So, if you are already open to the idea if manifesting new pleasures and dreams into your life…set your intention and let it establish roots. The new moon is about renewal, birth, re-birth, dreaming and growth. If you aren’t quite sure about all this witchy-woo-woo-mumbo-jumbo stuff, well, that’s okay but ask your self “what do I have to lose?” Then try. Just suspend disbelief long enough to dedicate a wish to the mysterious unseen forces that for certain exist in this world…and surrender. This dark side of the moon creates a fertile new ground to manifest a new direction in your life. Take a few moments to breathe deeply, easily and without strain, until you have some clarity of mind, then write your intention*. The written word carries more power – it just does. By the way, you have a full reign to write as many New Moon intentions as you would like. When ink has touched page and you’ve put your pen down, take another deep breathe. Exhale fully. Then release any worry, judgement or expectations around your intentions. Trust that your soul seeks to blossom toward the light and toward your greatest good. So after you’ve planted your New Moon seed(s), step out of the way and watch them grow. Dream big. Live long & prosper.
* A word to the wise…be careful what you ask for, you just might get it! Be sincere, be succinct. Write your intention in the present positive. Go.
1967 Super-8...the year I was born! Umm-Hmm. Rock that polka-dot bikini!
Life is different on super-8. We smiled more. There was a tangible curiosity and playfulness about life. Color and sound weren’t perfect. We weren’t perfect. There wasn’t a need, yet if we desired to somehow attempt to figure it out…there was plenty of time. When did we abandon the urge to run into the camera face first and laughing? There wasn’t a need to face the harsh critics of retouching and HD because life was a bit out of focus anyway. We lived in it. We breathed in it. We found soul, like it or not, in the inherent knowing that each moment was lost as soon as the next one began. Super-8 was the simple solitary piece of a captured moment that also held in it the rational fear of burning up forever each time we played back the memory. Now we concern ourselves with the viral spread of memories, even ones we weren’t being truly present for when they were happening. Yes, I have a professional digital camera now, and a Flip, and every Apple product I can get my techno-soul hands on. And yes, as much as that keeps me in the loop (photography pun fully intended), I yearn deeply through a melancholy lens for that accidental mishap in the darkroom which every once in a while made the memory better.
So we may have collectively grabbed a permission slip from the desperate hallways of restraint, and before getting caught we had already squelched our souls’ and their craving for nourishment by imperfect things. A more mistake and passion filled way of living somehow got lost. We got swept up in the bondage of perfection. Now we’re sitting inattentive, not sure if we should raise our hands, yet desperately yearning for élan’s bell to ring.
My thought is: Every so often let’s give that futile slip back, get out of focus and laugh more.
Cities inherently sound the same…thus, even by sound we’re all connected. That’s comforting. What is it about being in a city, even one I’ve never been to previously, that makes me feel at home? What makes me feel connected to the guy in the business suit next to me, or the hurried sales girl in her 20-something chic? I’m a desert girl. I mean, I really am a desert girl. I grew up with coyotes, tarantulas, snakes, forts made from palm fronds & tumbleweeds, and road signs that said “beware of drifting sand.” If your head is tilting in wonder at that one…you’re not from the desert. Anyway, my person, my body, my soul feels at home in big cities. Head down, bundled up, iPod blaring, or head gazing up toward the architecture, sandal feet and the sound of wind bristling full summer trees…we are connected. It’s the same experience, this not-together togetherness, even if you’re wearing boots. It feels like a collective search for one’s self that comes out and thrives in the big city. Why is that?
I absolutely adore finding songs that instantaneously create a yearning-filled emotional reaction in my body upon hearing the first chord. Those are the songs where the first words out of my mouth (after I’ve sighed a heavy groaning) are “Oh my, I could guide to that!!” Such was the case when I heard “This Night” by Black Lab. It simply rocked me to my chakra-balanced core. Look at the album name…kinda sums it up…Passion Leaves A Trace. Umm…hello?! How could I not be pulled toward that?! A deeply liquid, beguiling and intensely beckoning call of a song, with a direct line from the pelvis to the soul. My Soultree heart & hips are aching to help women gyrate this dark undercurrent through their bodies! The ability to set myself free for 3 minutes and 29 seconds is a gift beyond any couch I’ve ever sat upon (that’s after a gratitude shout-out to my unbelievable therapist who has shifted and sustained my emotional journey for the last two decades). I could go on and on about what happens to the mind/body/soul when a woman surrenders to a dark room, no mirrors, a perfectly chosen playlist and a Guide leading her every move so her mind can give way her body. Perfection. Poetry in motion. Music as alchemy, movement as therapy. Yes! Bring it on…I’m ready to dance.
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A culture is dependent on the cultivation of soul and seeing itself through the authentic perception of its creative thinkers. This concept must be taught, advocated for and nurtured from day one of a citizen’s life. I wholeheartedly believe that a unified cultural approach to emphasizing empathy and ultimately an open-minded global consciousness stems from outside-the-box thinking. And this type of deeply American independent thinking will breathe soul back into our society. As a whole it seems we are collectively yearning to nourish creativity. Why else would Starbucks put thought-provoking slogans on cups? Why else are moms across this great country lining up to volunteer to run Young At Art programs regardless of the lack of school funding. Why else would all this fabulous web-content techy stuff have multitudes of design and color options? Are you catching my drift? Our souls are craving beauty at the deepest level, and as a long since YatA mom, I’ve realized I’m not alone. It’s in every classroom, in every cardboard partitioned office and in every home regardless of wall space. For today, let’s dive into our yearning and start at home. Frame something, anything. Write a poem. Read books at the dinner table. Watch your children play video games (but only for a little while!) and then turn them off and have a discussion about what they saw, felt, discovered. Bottom line, get involved in creativity and make it a priority.
Support imagination & creativity on a federal level. Thank you Obama administration and White House Live for these vital oval-table discussions. Imagine what we can do. Just imagine.
Thanks y’all! Birthdays garner wisdom, rituals mark the occasion and well-wishers nourish the celebratory soul. Heartfelt gratitude for warming my heart with floods of memories, moments of laughter, yummy champagne and messages sent from afar. This crazy technology stuff certainly gained a thumbs-up from this birthday girl! My heart is singing…even if my head’s a little hung-over! -Dirt xo