sometimes i like to be lost. cause right when i realize i have arrived to a destination...i am reminded that I still have no clue.

i see patterns.

why do i flee so recklessly and fall so quickly. setting myself up for what? trying to be someone or whatever i think i should be..desperate for relief. to be known and to be noticed as such and such because of this or that without the faintest idea in the first place.

an extreme of two realms that bark like dogs. one needs to be killed. one needs to be nurtured. what if i threw them both out. what would happen if i took a chance to search within? a strength inside an unreliable self deeply entangled in struggle? how do i trust that? why is it that i want to be something so quickly? what are my intentions? perhaps a method of obtaining a new identity to replace the one which was lost. to walk on a solid ground and embrace tradition allures me everytime. within me lies deep questioning but the surface offers a different claim. i have an attachment to an outcome. i say this to cover that and before i continue i am wondering why i even said it in the first place. i forget that my heart is broken and instead of sitting still i want a fill. i want to be healed right now. an empty cup seeking to fill another. i ask myself if its real everyday. it makes sense. but then again i am not sure. why can't i be ok with not knowing. its because i need to be something. but silence seems active. its part of the process.

so my blogs wont be self help. or believe this or that. just an invitation of questions.

Sex and the Soul of a Woman

This is the book I'm reading right now. It's very interesting. Very deep. Well i mean it has to be if it's about the soul of a woman. We are complex beauties.

I didn't think i would be able to relate to this. But i can. I am a woman last time i checked. I just dont nessecarily struggle with some of the things explained in the book.. but i can most definitely identify emotionally. I'm a bit different. but not too different. ahaha. im a four so i wanna be! another book- another topic!

Check it out. I will post some excerpts later.

Noise

Above the chaos

Above the fear

Above what feels lost

Above what's clear

I don't wanna hear

what you may want

I dont wanna fear

What you may not

My ability

Is my own....

So im gonna

Drown the noise

Drown the noise

Drown the noise

Still small voice

Still small voice

Be louder

Scream louder

Corrections are

Consuming

Infecting what

What it could be

But here is now

My reality...

I wanna love what is real

Moving forth to find

Myself heal

Believing in what's

Incomparable

Be my spiritual

So i'm gonna

Drown the noise....

But what if loud isnt loud enough

And what if i'm not strong enough

And speculations rise above

What really matters.....

If i believe that love is tough

And risking takes a movement of trust

So I will move

And that's what really matters...

So i'm gonna drown all of this noise

Give me your sweet still small voice

I love Yoga so much

I love what i learn and i love continuing to learn. It builds so much strength and focus and inner peace. Some poses are very hard and some come a little natural.

The picture to the left is the dancer pose. I really like that one.

If you ever want a kick butt yoga experience you should visit Guruv Yoga in Lake Mary. Its the most amazing place ever. :) The instructors are incredibly knowledgable and skilled. Not to mention super nice and they really care about you and your practice.

www.guruvyoga.com

Tree Hugger

Ok so this isn't me, but i can not say that i haven't hugged a tree. The proof is in these ridiculous pictures i found at my mom's house.

I just needed a DVD...really quick, just a drop in. Of course everytime i go to my mom's it's never really quick and it's never just a drop in.

As i was walking in i caught a glimpse of an album on the top shelf in the garage. Ah, i'll explore later. Right now I am on a mission to get what I came for and make a run for it. haha.

My curiosity far exceeded my need to be speedy so of course before I went along my merry way i had to take a look. I had to see which album this was. I was hoping it would be one of all of us when we were little cause i love to reminisce old childhood memories. That is what i was hoping for however I had a strong sense that i was wrong. Well I was. Nonetheless, I was still going to look through it. I got up on my tippy toes, stretched out my arms and grabbed the album, careful not to let it fall on my head. Yes indeed they were. Old memories. Well it doesnt matter what those pictures were. But among them i did find a picture of me.. well haha 4 pictures of me hugging a tree in different poses. Oh my gosh. Why? I love nature. Period. My hair was braided with beads from a trip I had just taken. I had braces too.

Recall back to your favorite childhood memory... or even your favorite recent memory. Where were you? what were you doing? what mattered to you or what didn't?

I began to think of how my life was so different back then, how things have changed drastically throughout the course of the years. Beliefs, attitudes, priorities...just to name a few. Then i thought of my story, our stories as humans and how these stories are written.

This really amazing woman asked me if my story was written by me or if it was written by God.

Oh. Well that got me thinking. I don't really answer questions very quickly. It takes me time cause i think a lot. In my head i thought, well shoot, I think i write it just because i've made such a mess of it. Hmm... but then i kept thinking. Words like beauty and desire started interlacing within my contradicting thoughts, and purpose and testimony.. and others.

Ok i was ready to answer. God did. He wrote. He is writing it. I sighed deeply. There you go. That's my final answer.

I thought of how even as little people He put desires within us like tree hugging and singing and longings that are real and are supposed to make there way back to Him...that way we can have something called a Sacred Romance. A what? I always thought that was only possible between two people in love. I think it still is and when right it represents this big umbrella that brings this whole relationship with us and Him together.

But somewhere along the way it get's a little mixed up and a bit sidetracked. I am figuring it out. Desires are filled by everything but Him. Deception makes it's sneaky way into our heads. It's a difficult struggle...like a tug of war of ambivalence...a battle between should and want.

I ask myself how on earth is it possible to re-route these desires so they link to Him? Oh geez... i am not sure. Maybe praying some will help. Writing it down... possibly. People. of course. I love learning from people that know way more than me. maybe i should hug a tree again...different age, different season in my life, better now than before. and it keeps going.

I don't know

I don't know what to do about school!!!

Head Stand

So i just did a tripod head stand in my living room. I anchored my arms down to the floor.. said hello to the earth, placed my forehead onto the carpet, and bent my elbows at a 90 degree angle. In my head I was trying to remember the proper form i've been taught. Steady breathing strong core...steady...
I brought my knees up one at a time and placed them just on the outside of my triceps. Ok..stance is ready up we go. My legs went up! ha! and no one was there to spot me! I held it up there for like 40 seconds! Strong and steady. I did it again after because i was so incredibly enthused with the fact that i just did it all by myself and then I fell forward. I landed right on my booty sinking right into a pose with my knees bent back the way children sit while they play video games.
I faced my fear in the face. I have a fear of falling and breaking my neck. I have a fear of heights too. So stairs with big gaps of open air in between them freak me out like whoa.

I feel strong today. I feel like each day is another day to be thankful. Thankful for the opportunity to build...to grow... to learn to do.
Its a discipline for sure. I have never been this disciplined ever. Maybe i should transfer this method to other areas of my life (i.e school). hmm. Maybe if i would have attempted to make discipline a priority in my life like way sooner things would be different.
Well, like my mom says; "you can't what if your way through life.. you just gotta try" Sometimes its a steady discipline. Sometimes its not. Sometimes i fail.. sometimes apathy becomes my best friend. But i guess my most recent discovery has been when I am consistent in whatever it is I do, I develope a strength I never thought I could obtain. Kinda like that really super smart girl in my 9th grade English class who always seemed to get A's on everything. She studied. Or like being able to contribute to a disscusion because I read the book.

I had breakfast with my friend this morning and we talked about devastation and fear. She shared with me her fear of failure, her fear of rejection...devastation. I told her i fear it too. But what is better; to stay in the unknown confusion for what seems to be an eternity just to keep yourself "safe".. protect yourself from falling or failing? I then shared that there is a very interesting difference that i have distinguished through some of my own experiences over time. I divided this difference into two catagories. One, being preocupied with the thought of these things happening and two, it becoming a reality. Devastion, rejection, loss. I continued by saying that it really is crazy how I think in my head that i couldn't possibly be able to endure any of the above and that my fear of loss or rejection alone seemed all too excruciating to handle.
But then it actually happens and when it happens, you can't believe it at first. But for some reason it's bearable.
I guess that is what it feels like to be held. The bottom of the barrel is gone and you are standing above it, but you hope He has you. And when you fall it's part of the practice. It's just so good to know that we can approach our lives in freedom and not fear. Being aware is good and extremely important as it helps us acknowledge the weakness of our flesh... but i love that concept.