so this thing happens, when he hangs an arm over my shoulder or wraps them around my waist. lets call it honey melt. the physicality of my being dissolves, and i am just golden liquid. sweet, delicious. yes, probably addictive.
this morning when meditating, i saw the grey shell of my personality, the heavy sadness that has been holding me down by the neck yes that--saw it crack open and a big yellow sun-ball of light rose up out of the cracked grey shell. glowing, impersonal.
yesterday when meditating i had a moment of experiencing being the arrow in the bow of life. taut, ready, in service. pointed in whatever direction is needed, ready to be aimed and fired.
tonight, i dance my prayers.
here's to the weekend--that it be full and rich and nourishing, grounding and spacious. huzzah!
this morning when meditating, i saw the grey shell of my personality, the heavy sadness that has been holding me down by the neck yes that--saw it crack open and a big yellow sun-ball of light rose up out of the cracked grey shell. glowing, impersonal.
yesterday when meditating i had a moment of experiencing being the arrow in the bow of life. taut, ready, in service. pointed in whatever direction is needed, ready to be aimed and fired.
tonight, i dance my prayers.
here's to the weekend--that it be full and rich and nourishing, grounding and spacious. huzzah!
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