sum ergo sum

Butterfly women Calling all butterflies all you beautiful beings who have spent your years slithering on your bellies, inching around in your silly uncomfortable bodies. Fearing the predators who are in search of a tasty meal. It is time to transform. It is time to wrap your flesh with the outer shell of experience and allow for the growth to permeate your cells. You have done the work of being a grubby little creature now for the nourishment of your innermost self. Sleep and dream of freedom and flying. Dream of beauty and possibility. Your body will begin to feel the tightness of this protective skin. You will begin to shift and move and beat up against your outer layer. Do not be afraid for it will feel as if you are dying, and you are. The wormy self is dying to the wings that are growing. You will thrash and cry and push and expand. You are meant to struggle to build the strength it takes to rip open the outer containment. Hit those walls and rejoice for those br...

Clearing the clutter What gets in the way of being present? All the cobwebs of thought and belief. All the thought we carry around about what’s right and what’s wrong and how things are and how they should be. Time to let go and clear the space of old mess. Time to open up for what’s Now. The wisdom of the ages is lovely and easy to get wrapped up in but it is just clutter. It fills the space. The space must be open and empty. Empty from opinion Empty from belief Open to possibility Open to presence Open to bliss The term ignorance is bliss rings true for me. For if we could be ignorant to the mishaps to the wrong doings to the injustice to the pain and sadness, we can cultivate a Empty space of Now. What’s now?  Clearing, cleaning, whipping out the regrets and ill feelings wiping out the interpretations. Wiping out the messy tangled webs of belief. Just being in innocence of the moment Being and experiencing the true natu...