Holding the Cup of Love

handsHolding a space for someone to unravel is such a privilege.

We do this for each other without knowing it. It’s that honorable time in our life when we are not asked to do anything but to stand strong in our power and hold the cup of our overflowing love for someone who needs it – so they can go down on their knees, break down and surrender. We are neither asked to take the punches for them nor to come up with creative solutions. Our role, in fact, is to NOT interfere, to let them go through this on their own – because they need this fight to learn and grow, to let go of everything that doesn’t reflect who they really are and who they wanna be.

We serve as their witness, as they go through this sacred transformation. We uphold their cup of love for them until they’re ready to take it back

and give it a home again.

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Agents of Tenderness

stressLife can get tough, but the Universe doesn’t leave us alone in our journey. The Universe understands that while we need to go through our own path to learn what we set out to learn and accomplish, we also need not forget who we really are.

In my life, I’ve always had those beings who remind of me of my natural tenderness – humans, animals, nature,. Tthey hold my hand, smile at me, persistently ask me to play and have fun, to sit and relax, to listen to my heart. Many times, I’ve learned to build up a shell around my heart as a way of protecting myself, and many times when the need for it subsides, these beings always do their work of breaking it up either piece-by-piece or  in one blow.

It took a while for me to connect the dots and see the meaning in these relationships, and the presence of these beings in my life. Many times I’ve thought how undeserving I was of their love. But maybe, my human mind just can’t fathom the unconditionality of pure love. And maybe we are also part of this pure love even though it’s difficult to feel that way in our human form with all our complexities and struggles.

Nevertheless I am thankful beyond words can express. The Universe has always been unfailing in sending me all the help and love that I need.

Be Unconditional

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There will always be those who would measure you up and put you in a box they’ve created.

There will be times when you’ll be weighed like dead meat and nobody will give a fuck about how you feel.

You will be Ignored. Unseen. Forgotten.

You won’t always get a prize for being treated like an underdog/feeling like a martyr.

You won’t always have the chance/ability to create your epic comeback.

There’s no guarantee that new opportunities/blessings/valuable lessons will come out of those situations –

maybe, except for

The lesson of how to be Unconditional.
How to love yourself Unconditionally.
How to embrace life Unconditionally.

To know that you’re worth is not dependent on what happens or doesn’t happen to you.

To know you’ll be fine just the same whether you get what you want and what you deserve – or not.

To have the maturity to accept that you’re not always gonna have it your way, that other people’s freewill and how the Universe works deserve to be respected, too, even if they don’t fully make sense to you.

To know that at the end of it all, your spirit cannot be contained, you will never cease to exist and that life is always in your favor, and even if it doesn’t feel that way, we are all created equal.

You Can Love from a Distance

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I’ve been on the fence regarding a particular relationship lately. This person has betrayed me, the people I love and continues to live a life of lies. It’s not easy for me to let go because he’s family. I’ve forgiven him though, and I’m at the point where I don’t know whether to cut ties or to make an effort to start anew. Neither seems to resonate with my spirit. I feel the capacity to love him unconditionally despite everything; however, this love comes from a higher place and I’m still grounded in this physical, earthly existence. I still have my earthly concerns; I’m still bounded by earthly laws.

I got my answer last night, as usual, as a mix of clairvoyant and clairaudient message. This is how I’d translated it:

Come up to your higher self and love him unconditionally, at the same time keep yourself grounded. Don’t avert your eyes from the truth.

Imagine yourself as a tree. As a tree, you don’t need to go after him to express your love. You may simply stay where you are, grounded in your spot. Let your love radiate. Let it bleed through your roots, into the earth and towards all life forms. Let it seep through your branches, up to your leaves and into the atmosphere.

Trust in nature’s ability to synthesize your love into various forms. She always does this.

You can love like this. This is still love. A certain distance will keep yourself protected. Your well-being matters, too. It matters the most.

Everywhere is love. All is made of love, anyway. Trust that life will take care of him even if it’s not, no longer through you.

You’re doing Well

fernwaterWe’ve all been there whether we admit it to ourselves or not – we feel stuck in our limited perception of our humanity, we believe we can’t change or that we don’t even need to change, we feel undeserving of any form of help, we feel worse when others reach out to love us and see the light in us when we secretly detest ourselves. Shame and insecurity are so wide-spread, yet at the same time they’re two of the things we are mostly resistant to speak about.

When we have made a decision that has caused pain to ourselves and others, when despite our wisdom we betray our own values and neglect our own needs, when we let the hurting parts of ourselves get the better of us, when we can’t seem to get out of the pit we have dug ourselves into, when all of our efforts seem to just backfire – we act like a little kid again; powerless in the face of the “real world”. We put ourselves in a corner as a form of self-punishment.

What would a loving adult tell a little scared and discouraged kid?

“You did well! Everything’s alright. Failing is part of the learning process. When you’re ready, try again. I’m here for you every step of the way.”

Does it resonate? We wouldn’t badmouth the kid and go ahead punishing her/him if we come from a place of love, right?

Growing old doesn’t give us the right to be harsh to ourselves. We still haven’t figured out everything – in fact, the wiser among us realize that we know less and less as we age – therefore, we will still fail to do what is right for us, and we still even need to figure out what that “right” means for us as well.

If you’re in a similar situation or if someone in your life is – tell your/her/his inner kid,

“You’re doing well. You’re showing up in your own life and this results to experiencing a variety of things – some you like and others you do not. What matters is that you learn from them and that you continue to have the heart to proceed.  Move forward when you’re ready, but also know that you deserve to get all the rest and support that you need.”

Musings on embracing the Creative Life

To be an artist is to create and recreate. To create and recreate is to be vulnerable. To be an artist is to be exposed, criticized, broken down, blown up in unimaginable proportions, taken out of context, diluted, wrapped in cheap plastic bags, vandalized or simply ignored and erased from memory.

As an artist, you would continuously find yourself caught up in same type of crossroads – Be authentic and please yourself OR bend over backwards just to please others.

Your feelings can range from a simple existential discomfort to soul-tearing agony. It basically depends on how daring you are in stepping up your game. The more you choose to embrace authenticity, the more you’ll get better at it, the less difficult feelings you’ll harbor in return.

To be an artist and a woman is another thing. Combining the two suddenly makes it more complex and intense. Suddenly, others (including fellow ladies) become more critical, too. Layers of standards and prejudices pile up all.

It’s not easy for the people around the artist and the woman as well. Sometimes, things disclosed and exposed can get way beyond their reality and understanding.

To love an artist and a woman needs a certain amount of self esteem, unconditional strength and love.You have to be adventurous enough to not only tolerate, but to enjoy and appreciate all the honesty, contractions, contradictions and ecstasy of living a life of sensitivity and self scrutiny.

Creation, exhibition, humiliation, resurrection – these are all important parts of the journey to self, universal knowing and unconditional love. Embrace the life of your own creation, suck in your temporary fears and march out in the open. It’s all meaningful. Believe that it’s all worth it. It is.