This will be the last post on this blog. It has been almost 10 years since I started writing and now it's time for a new beginning. It's crazy to look back and see how much has changed... so much has changed! I am not the same person... not even a little bit. I will be starting something new. I'm not sure where or when or what but I feel like it's time for a cleansing, a rebirth.
What's great about life is that we can do something new at any moment, at any time we choose. Or... we can continue to drag the past behind us and hold on to things that we aren't meant to hold on to. Sometimes I wonder what my life would look like had I not made so many decisions based on fear and made up expectations. I wonder where I'd be and what amazing things I would be doing. Can you imagine the potential of humanity if humanity did not operate on the foundation of fear??? People would be up to so many glorious, fabulous, wonderful things. I can't even imagine what this world would be like!!! Because look at it, really look and you can see how it blankets everything and inhibits true human potential. The universe is there to support you if you let go and realize that you really don't have control... when you see that, all works out as it should.
Now, on to bigger and greater things! I'll probably get a funky haircut, get married, move out of our apartment in the next 6 months and live like a hippie... and maybe, just maybe start a new adventure involving retreats of some sort. There is so much fun to be had and I'm about to take the universe up on it's offer of unending and uninterrupted support. Whatever things look like is exactly where I'm supposed to be and it is exactly perfect. Nothing is ever wrong and everything is leading you to exactly the right place.
Until next time... peace and blessings.
Monday, November 13, 2017
Sunday, September 3, 2017
Think,Think,Think... For Yourself
Stop this day and night with me
and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun,
(there are millions of suns left,)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand,
nor look through the eyes of the dead,
nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either,
nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
- Walt Whitman
and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun,
(there are millions of suns left,)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand,
nor look through the eyes of the dead,
nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either,
nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
- Walt Whitman
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Placid and Self-Contained
I think I could turn and live with animals,
they are so placid and self-contained.
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition.
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
-Walt Whitman
they are so placid and self-contained.
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition.
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
-Walt Whitman
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Belief?
"Everything I had become in decades of life I now had to unbecome. All I really was was belief, so everything I believed I now had to unbelieve."
-Jed McKenna
It's been a minute.
I have been trying to find a way to write about how I've been feeling over the last four or five months, but the reality is that it's all connected. Everything goes wayyyyyyyyy back to the first moment I could think. It revolves around beliefs or so called convictions held by people that make the world go 'round and are based on nothing but one's own opinion.
I'm going to take a minute to define the word belief thanks to Merriam-Webster:
1- a state or habit of mind in which trust or confidence is placed in some person or thing.
2- something that is accepted, considered to be true, or held as an opinion: something believed.
3- conviction of the truth of some statement or the reality of some being or phenomenon especially when based on examination of evidence.
People (including this person) wake up day to day and take action according to their beliefs. Whether it be a ritual performed due to a religious belief, what they wear that day because of how they believe it makes them look or feel, what they do or don't do at work because of how they believe it will reflect on themselves or the company, what they say or don't say because of how they believe it will affect their image or persona, etc...
Nothing in the definition of the word belief states that a belief is true. It mentions a conviction or consideration of truth, but again, this is strictly opinion. It mentions something about being based on examination of evidence... what evidence? People have a tendency to look for evidence that fits snugly into their belief systems so they can justify and rationalize it to themselves and the world. And who says that this "evidence" is the truth, who says?!
I physically stepped away from the LDS church about 6.5 years ago. I took off my garments, I stopped attending services and released myself from the confines. It was one of the most terrifying and liberating things I had ever done. I was raised in the church but was always conflicted and never felt like it was where I was supposed to be. Others who thought they knew me would say otherwise, however, they have no clue how much pretending was going on and how much energy I put into convincing myself it was the only place where I could be happy... because that's what I was told. I woke up one day and realized that if I had to pretend or talk myself into it for one more day I would die... I felt like I was going to die. I was sick, so physically ill with anxiety that I would have welcomed death. Then one day I realized that I had a choice and that I could walk away and it was all made up... Big Belief Number One.
Now, it's easy to see what's happening with religion and institutions and other expansive belief systems... but have you ever stopped to take a look at yourself and ask yourself why you do the things that you do, think the things that you think, say the things that you say or act the way that you act? I mean, have you really ever thought about it and looked deep, deep into the darkest, hidden confines of your being? If you've read my blog AT ALL over the last who knows how many years, I have been ripping myself apart. And it continues... I hold the most insane and ridiculous beliefs about myself, things that are completely made up and untrue. Things that have held me back and have been completely debilitating in certain areas of my life. I realize that everything, all of it is based on that bastard, fear. All of it. I am amazed at myself on a daily basis because of how much I do and don't do based on fear. And this fear is based on belief systems I have about myself or the world.
And every single ounce of it is untrue... none of it is based on truth. This brings me to the question I have ultimately been asking myself over the years:
What is the truth?
The answer? None of it.
And knowing, knowing makes no difference. I know this, however, it is a continuous battle that I fight. Why do I keep fighting? Because I refuse to walk around and sleep my life away in this haze and zombie-like reality that people choose to live in. No more sleepwalking for me, no matter how long it takes...
-Jed McKenna
It's been a minute.
I have been trying to find a way to write about how I've been feeling over the last four or five months, but the reality is that it's all connected. Everything goes wayyyyyyyyy back to the first moment I could think. It revolves around beliefs or so called convictions held by people that make the world go 'round and are based on nothing but one's own opinion.
I'm going to take a minute to define the word belief thanks to Merriam-Webster:
1- a state or habit of mind in which trust or confidence is placed in some person or thing.
2- something that is accepted, considered to be true, or held as an opinion: something believed.
3- conviction of the truth of some statement or the reality of some being or phenomenon especially when based on examination of evidence.
People (including this person) wake up day to day and take action according to their beliefs. Whether it be a ritual performed due to a religious belief, what they wear that day because of how they believe it makes them look or feel, what they do or don't do at work because of how they believe it will reflect on themselves or the company, what they say or don't say because of how they believe it will affect their image or persona, etc...
Nothing in the definition of the word belief states that a belief is true. It mentions a conviction or consideration of truth, but again, this is strictly opinion. It mentions something about being based on examination of evidence... what evidence? People have a tendency to look for evidence that fits snugly into their belief systems so they can justify and rationalize it to themselves and the world. And who says that this "evidence" is the truth, who says?!
I physically stepped away from the LDS church about 6.5 years ago. I took off my garments, I stopped attending services and released myself from the confines. It was one of the most terrifying and liberating things I had ever done. I was raised in the church but was always conflicted and never felt like it was where I was supposed to be. Others who thought they knew me would say otherwise, however, they have no clue how much pretending was going on and how much energy I put into convincing myself it was the only place where I could be happy... because that's what I was told. I woke up one day and realized that if I had to pretend or talk myself into it for one more day I would die... I felt like I was going to die. I was sick, so physically ill with anxiety that I would have welcomed death. Then one day I realized that I had a choice and that I could walk away and it was all made up... Big Belief Number One.
Now, it's easy to see what's happening with religion and institutions and other expansive belief systems... but have you ever stopped to take a look at yourself and ask yourself why you do the things that you do, think the things that you think, say the things that you say or act the way that you act? I mean, have you really ever thought about it and looked deep, deep into the darkest, hidden confines of your being? If you've read my blog AT ALL over the last who knows how many years, I have been ripping myself apart. And it continues... I hold the most insane and ridiculous beliefs about myself, things that are completely made up and untrue. Things that have held me back and have been completely debilitating in certain areas of my life. I realize that everything, all of it is based on that bastard, fear. All of it. I am amazed at myself on a daily basis because of how much I do and don't do based on fear. And this fear is based on belief systems I have about myself or the world.
And every single ounce of it is untrue... none of it is based on truth. This brings me to the question I have ultimately been asking myself over the years:
What is the truth?
The answer? None of it.
And knowing, knowing makes no difference. I know this, however, it is a continuous battle that I fight. Why do I keep fighting? Because I refuse to walk around and sleep my life away in this haze and zombie-like reality that people choose to live in. No more sleepwalking for me, no matter how long it takes...
Thursday, February 23, 2017
A New Thing
And I'm back!
Okay, today is a great day... such a great day. It feels amazing to take action on something that you have wanted for so long, to declare it into existence! It wasn't even hard people, not hard at all. Here's what I did:
1. I sent out a request for space, an open, body moving type of space.
2. Amazing, wonderful people responded with what they knew or had to offer.
3. I contacted a couple of these amazing people to talk about and look at said space.
4. Found a space that works with one friend and had a conversation with another friend about the possibility of creating my own space to suit specific needs with his existing space sometime in the future (so much more excitement to come!).
5. Selected day and time to use the space.
6. Created Facebook page and invited others to share the time and space with me!
7. Will begin new adventure on Monday, February 27th.
Okay, today is a great day... such a great day. It feels amazing to take action on something that you have wanted for so long, to declare it into existence! It wasn't even hard people, not hard at all. Here's what I did:
1. I sent out a request for space, an open, body moving type of space.
2. Amazing, wonderful people responded with what they knew or had to offer.
3. I contacted a couple of these amazing people to talk about and look at said space.
4. Found a space that works with one friend and had a conversation with another friend about the possibility of creating my own space to suit specific needs with his existing space sometime in the future (so much more excitement to come!).
5. Selected day and time to use the space.
6. Created Facebook page and invited others to share the time and space with me!
7. Will begin new adventure on Monday, February 27th.
This collective is called Formless. There is no plan, expectation or choreography. There is only space to create in the moment. Everyone is welcome and there will be no judgement. Did you hear that? Judgement free zone! In the dance world, they call this improvisation, though I feel it is so much more than that. My expression and creativity flow when I turn down the lights, turn on music that suits my mood and I move my body. Sometimes it's magical and the feeling is inexplainable. It is freedom and I would harness the feeling if I could.
In addition to the movement, I have created an open forum on the Facebook page for any thoughts or riddles of the mind. I am not sure where all of this is going, all I know is that it is exciting to me beyond measure and it comes from nothing, which means potential for anything. And with that, I will leave you with an epic quote from the one and only Ice Cube, "Today was a good day."
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Deep Breath
Okay... Deep breath, deep breath.
I have been on a rollercoaster over the last few weeks. I feel as if I may be slowing down for the time being and I am able to think for a moment. There was a time I would be down and out for months... months. I'm starting to get off the ride a little quicker now.
I read back what I wrote and I am sad at the story I have made up for myself. The story that I am unloveable and the story later that I don't give a shit. I know that it is self created and that I have the opportunity to create something new... believe me, I'm working on it. I sound like a victim and I hate it, there's nothing that disgusts me more. I pretend that I don't have a choice about it and I do. The truth of the matter is, I care a lot. I pretend not to care because it allows me to put up a wall, suffer in anger and keep people out. I can hide in my cave and continue on the way I have been... living in my vicious, self perpetuated circle. Fear is a demon. I have allowed it to stop me and keep me frozen more times than I can count. I will continue to face it, head on. I will continue to tear down the walls I have built and newfound awareness will impede the construction of new ones.
Gratitude is coming back, though sometimes it gets lost in me. I am grateful, I am love, I am connected. This is my story, my dream... this is the only moment, right here, right now.
I have been on a rollercoaster over the last few weeks. I feel as if I may be slowing down for the time being and I am able to think for a moment. There was a time I would be down and out for months... months. I'm starting to get off the ride a little quicker now.
I read back what I wrote and I am sad at the story I have made up for myself. The story that I am unloveable and the story later that I don't give a shit. I know that it is self created and that I have the opportunity to create something new... believe me, I'm working on it. I sound like a victim and I hate it, there's nothing that disgusts me more. I pretend that I don't have a choice about it and I do. The truth of the matter is, I care a lot. I pretend not to care because it allows me to put up a wall, suffer in anger and keep people out. I can hide in my cave and continue on the way I have been... living in my vicious, self perpetuated circle. Fear is a demon. I have allowed it to stop me and keep me frozen more times than I can count. I will continue to face it, head on. I will continue to tear down the walls I have built and newfound awareness will impede the construction of new ones.
Gratitude is coming back, though sometimes it gets lost in me. I am grateful, I am love, I am connected. This is my story, my dream... this is the only moment, right here, right now.
Saturday, February 18, 2017
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