Archive for August, 2008

Unfold ~

Don’t be satisfied with stories,

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Of how things have gone with others.

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Unfold your own myth,

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Without complicated explanation,

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So everyone will understand the passage.

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We have opened you!

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Start walking.

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Your legs will get heavy and tired.

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Then comes the moment

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Of feeling the wings

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you have grown

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Lifting!

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(this last photo is by Karen but cropped by me! Thanks Karen! I needed to complete this collection of love snaps with this absolute radiant smile of dear Brene)

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I’m off to Burning Man, folks ~ Back after Labor Day!
I’ll leave you with these colorful images of my love’balms’…
Soak them in.
They have literally opened me…
And shown me…
How to love and trust
All my pieces and colors.
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(poem “unfold your own myth” by Rumi).

Playing…

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Scrapbook by the lovely Ali Edwards, Lovebomb 2008.
Since I’ve been back from the retreat, it’s been a whirlwind of things and chores to catch up on. There is that life outside the blog world after all… There are sweet friends to see, there is family to care for, there is a new job to learn, new co-workers to adjust to, and of course, the already pressing production deadlines!
In the midst of all of this, I am just trying to stay present and I am reminding myself that I am not the only one feeling that way. We are all busy, rushing and just trying to be happy at the end of each day. For this reason, I say to you: We all need to make space to experience life and feel our happiness… This happiness we work so hard for! And that means figuring out how to schedule our own playtime!
The best thing about the retreat for me (now I finally gather :)) was to witness all my friends playing with smiles on their faces. My lovebombs are brave women who lead lives full of responsibilities and challenges… But in that space, we were all just kids! What a treat it was to see each one of us holding a camera, a journal, a book, without any pressure whatsoever to put our toys down and tend to anything or anyone else. We all had the space to play! It was okay for us to daydream, to dance around the room, to be silly, to be messy and to ultimately, be free
I’m heading to some more playtime this coming week. It’s time for Burning Man once again! Those of you who know me a bit are aware of how much I love this time of the year! I consider it my New Year’s celebration. I burn all the old and start anew. And this year, especially, it means so much to me, because this is also the year I married the love of my life, who I met there, 5 years ago!! Yes! After 5 years our love is still burning! :)
If you’ve never heard of this festival… Here is a window to my experience last year ~
I’ll try to post again before I go on Tuesday.
Till then…
All my love to you.
And…
Please play, peeps! It’s good stuff for you!

Drinking it all in

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Manzanita Sunset, Lovebomb 2008.
“I looked out the at the sea and said,
Someone once told me that the waves are saying this:
What are your dreams, what are your dreams?

That may be true, but the waves cannot remember your dreams,
they can only call out for them.
So perhaps they are saying this:
Remember your dreams, Remember your dreams.”

Ashes and Snow ~
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Myriam’s hands, Lovebomb 2008
This past week, I entered a circle of wild passionate women.
Each one brought with them a precious gift to offer…
Their most authentic self.
I let their creativity, their voice, their knowledge
And especially, their tenderness…
Just wash over me.
We walked on the beach.
We played around the fire.
We made spells and we shed tears.
I can’t remember the last time I had this intense of an experience.
Finally, when it was my turn to offer myself up…
These women really squeezed my true essence out of me.
My dreams, my fears, my strengths, my doubts
Drop by drop squeezed out of my body.
Once emptied out,
I felt such lightness
that I could almost levitate…
Then, to my surprise
they offered me back
the full tall glass
of enigmas that I am.
Each sip of my own self.
Drink it, they said.
Sip by Sip.
Little by Little.
Your own sweet nectar.
Your pure spirit.
This is what you’re made of.
Drink it up.
And so I did, and
As expected…
I’m humbled, overwhelmed and
I really need sometime to digest it all.
I need sometime to taste and enjoy
What it is like to be me.
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* And yes! There are so many pictures….