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The Consequences of Doing

In this world, from the moment most of us see the light, we ironically start to disconnect from the Light within. This light, which governs our very soul  – the essence of our primordial nature, the nature of the Universe – radiates from our baby hips, our baby lips, our baby thighs and mouth, but is slowly creased out of us with each folded pant leg as we grow old. 

It’s unfortunate that we aren’t encouraged to explore our Inner Being as we let go of babyhood into youth, but it’s the way of the the world in most cases. Yet, this pant-splitting, know-it-all voice of our forebearers causes serious disonance with our inner voice, making living in this world a sometimes very ethereal or too physical reality – at least that’s the wall I tend to run into over the years. Drinking up that heavenly medicine until I’m nearly out of my body, and then grounding energy so intensly I get lost and nearly chanined by my own consequential reality in the obseqiousness of 3D Life. 

I can’t tell you the feeling of knowing you’re doing it to yourself, and contiuning to chase your own tail because it’s the practical, easier, safer, or more navigable way of life.  

I’ve been raised with a LOT of discipline. So, when I feel passionate or naturally inspired and move forward into a creative agenda, this very masculine, must-do role overwhelms the love I feel for the instrinsic act or very essence of whatever it might be, and I become Paralyzed. Frozen between Passion and Discpline. Wanting to Rest in the Womb of Creation, but Acting REBELLIOUS towards that shadowy voice of doom that says, Do This, Do That, and in That Order. And then, I sink clawing into a hole of neglect and abandonment for aspects of my being, one over another, at different times. Lot of hours are wasted spinning where I could be producing, inspired, focused, learning, or creating in many ways. 

If a seed becomes a flower, the life inside the bursting bundle of what is to be a unique expression of many is largely left to its own devices. Human hands may tend to it this way, or that way, a little support when it’s small, a bit of care-taking as it grows, a degree of maintanence once it reaches its peak – but no instructions are imparted; it’s very independent in finding its full blossom. How now did a fear develop of humans being so inadequately able to conquer their own independent role as a vital and uniquely integrated aspect of the whole, that they were largely punished and whipped by the dogma of society from basically Day 1? 

Yes, yes, I know over the years people and groups of power have PURPOSELY forbidden many secret documents, teachings, and rituals containing sacred information from the People. But I’m speaking on a larger and more INTIMIATE context, concerning our own PERSONAL growth in confrontation with the consorts of our OWN reality. I’m speaking about the one we bind ourselves in, day after day, year after year, and life after life – until we make a change. 

I’m speaking out at this particular time  because this past Full Moon is really giving me the karmic loop syndrome of revisiting this old game: I have HAD IT with all this effort only to end up in such a pigeonholed place! It’s been a real challenge balancing being ground AND walking in the Light of my spirit. Like many yogis, I loved the magic of living in the Spirit realm, being in the Bhav, and staying connected with practices to a thread of vital essence that really is the link between spirit and body – the meaning of the word SunSum entirely. But after many years, I started to feel this disconnect between the world I was living and the world around me, and I felt quite estranged from reality! Not only that, but my body wasn’t working correctly for YEARS – often low temperature, losing hair, no menstration OR interest in sexuality, instability with parents, fear of survival: namely a severe imbalance in my lower chakras. I was convinced all that mattered was my mind – or not my mind – a spectrum within but beyond/through my mind under the encapsulating lure of meditation. It wasn’t until the ‘ultimate’ advanced program in the ashram  – 4 years after I started my yoga teacher training – that I finally understand the incredible possibilities offered by the body as well to explore the Within, the Beyond, and the ultimate Surrender. But, despite that localized knowledge, being in an environment that is crafted and created to illuminate us beyond the boundaries is a secluded and remote to immersion in Society. Ultimately, I recognized my life was calling for an immersion in the world, not a separation. And so began the strong and intentional work of grounding – which has been and will probably always be a greatest challenge in the realm of all things.

I came here, to Costa Rica, because I was invited and needed to use up some miles that were about to expire. I had no plans of living here initially, and also had no IDEA that my growth would become so profound by remaining and exploring the depths of my soul in this place. In India, I was not soul searching, nor was I grounding. I was 100% focused and commited to my yogic practices, and spent 3-5 hours each morning in Asanas, Kriyas, Meditation, and often Mantras. I was so intent on perfecting my ritual that I left little room for my soul essence to grow or be nurtured – I just wanted to experience the peaks of bliss and cast away the valleys of sorrow that had slept beside me and chained me to my youth. I was learning from other ascended beings or enlightened persons – and that was my quest as well. My misperception of grounding was to be REGULAR, not to experience the soliliqies of meditation, the intensity of sadhana, and the magic yoga can create inside. I was so perplexed by being in a world filled with Physicallity – inclusive of my own self – if all this work was meant to trasncend form. But I still so loved the things in life that make it tasty, beautiful, delicious, fresh, exciting, unusual – everything that we DO experience through our five senses, and a beyondness which is palpable sometimes of the other dimensions. This dissonance within myself, of wanting to be freed from this body, but enjoying what I had experienced in its dimensions, created a rift in my understanding of life and initiation in thePROCESS – obscuring my clarity, without a doubt.

In a ceremony a few months ago, a friend I had recently met and I happened to be partners for this parituclar exercise. We sat across from each other and after sometime with the exercise, started to share what was streaming through our conscious minds. This beautiful girl has just spent 3 months in the jungles of Peru, learning plant medicine with an ancient Abuela, and is also a bit of the clairvoyent sort.  First, she was surprised by how much ‘forrest energy’ i have – like my whole inner-being gleaned with the light of tall reaching trees. I am a bit of a fairy type, and often dance in the forrests and within the trees, which is not a practice most people see. Next, she mentioned something that both horrified and astounded me, and which I am still trying to allow into my conscious life this very minute. Discpline, she said, is written in your every cell, and in your every breath – stop planning what you are doing and what you think you need to do, and just follow the flow of your heart- you’ll get everything you need done without all the rules! 
Shocking!! How can I let go of the discipline I have come to know as the stucture which holds my life?? How can I trust my feelings and surrender to the emotions which cause me to do one thing or another, all while justifying it under the umbrella art of practicality and a responsible lifestyle? There was a time when I could not trust my emotions. When my mind was etched with deep struggle of surrending to my soul’s kneading yearings, but confronting reality and all its demons in a hamonious way. I felt totally overwhelmed in relationships with partners, family, friends, society, but most of all – myself.  But I have to let all that go – because I did my work, and am still doing it, but I already let go the biggest parts of myself that were keeping me from being me! So now it’s just my mind, imprinted with these patterns, these grooves, of disharmony – looking over my shoulder and judging my every step. I am realizing that I am mean to me! I honor and respect my family, ancestors, students, teachers, all of society let’s say (in a rudiementary way) often more than I love and accredit myself. 

Isn’t this true with most of us? We are such an interesting breed – positioned to be forcefully happy but always struggling inside with out desires, our wants and our needs, our tantrums and our stampedes of money, partners, travel, land, business, creativity, hearing, expressing, loving, being loved, internally a mix of anything but harmony. *Sratch scratch* 

What is going on here? Why aren’t we all able to find what we need, to listen to ourselves, to respect our bodies and tailor our minds so – with all due respect – they listen to our hearts and sync up under the confines of life to find liberty, for health’s sake! Which brings me back – back to the body, to being fit and healthy and able to RECIEVE life’s gifts for our wants and needs and yearnings at a SOUL LEVEL. Let us abandon our negligent thoughts and patterns and open up to Love, not expect boundaries to tighten our belts or hamper or way. In time, indefinitely, we can find what we seek, but the seeking must be active. Magic is not glorified, because each one finds it within his or her own power. Magic is not relevant, to those never reeling at the disatisfaction or intrigue of their heart and soul and eternal being. And that’s just fine. 

But for me, Costa Rica has brought me more into my magic, thanks to the Earth and the final recognition of MY Earth that is my body. Wow, it took me a long time, and I have died and died again to allow it – and am still dying as I continually recongnize and uncover the past, not to mention dark forces at play that often meddle and try to comandeer me. But, how to see and transcend these problems that arise?  For that, you listen to a voice inside you which FEELS instead of TELLS, a dialogue of your inner soul etched between each breath that rises and falls, like the sun and moon rises and sets, offering you the opportunity to renew, to act upon a directon which calls you in this moment. Being present – it’s all we have. Trusting our insights, listening to our instinct, observing our emotions and reactions, and witnessing the play of life around us.  It always time and time again comes down to trust, surrender, listening, and moving forward in that direction – not the one we’ve done time and time before that brought us back to the same place we are now. That’s not working for us anymore. We’re different now. And we have to honor that. For One nation, One body, and One breath, I challenge you to let go of your ideas, and act spontaneously  as your soul calls for you to do. Had I not done that just now, you wouldn’t be reading this post ๐Ÿ˜‰. 

So let’s commit to it – a lifestyle challenge.  But in this one, we offer our minds to our bodies, and let our intentions written deep in our soul reveal themselves in every breath. In this way we can maybe find what life is asking us to offer – to ourselves, to others, and of course, back to the Earth itself. 

For my sisters and brothers and to all my relations – Mitakuye Oyasin. Blessings to walk in peace, love, and great intensinty on your grand endeavors. We are all with you, we are all One. Live in empowerment! Life awaits.

Being Born.

I donยดt know if anybody likes being born. Most babies come in crying.
I’m pretty positive I really didn’t like being born, because every year exactly one week before my birthday, I suddenly drop into a state of serious state of emotional upheaval. Year after year, instead of going into a celebratory mood, some prophecy drops the ball into my lake of shadows. Memories resurface, unanswered dreams knock the waters. 
This year is no exception. I forget about this sort of unique week until of course, it hits. I’ve experienced many baseline emotions as deep as they come in my life, but this particularly murky ripple of the birthday countdown is nothing like any of those feelings. It can’t be pinned to a sense of enjoyment or lack of, in ways one would normally identify and rebound. Rather, another force has taken over, is slowly puling the carpet from underneath my groundless feet, bringing me back into an abyss of emotions, dreams, desires, unmet conscious and unconscious longings . Like the vexed artist, this simmering, rendering, reviewing, and gathering, is an uncomfortable encounter with my deepest and most hidden self. This is the self, I gather, whose dissatifaction of being born, whose exposure to unnaturalness and forced assimilation into a role, which became a patterned, defined Self, asks for freedom. 
I never seemed to agree to fully inhabit my body, and lived the majority of my life dreaming, reading volumes of fiction novels, and managing to ignore or override all the aspects of life which felt unnatural or uncomfortable – until a certain point when I had no choice to start facing them. Neverthless, I managed to experience one sprinkle in the rainstorm of awakening as an absent-minded 7-year-old on the softball field. I really loathed this particular sport in a competitive sense, and was put as far away from the game as possible – in the outfeild behind 3rd base. Obviouslly, our coach shifted us kids around, but I loved being outfield – permission to stare at the meadow or pick at my glove granted. In this particular moment, I was picking at my glove, paying no attention whatsoever to the game my parents forced upon me every other year, when suddenly – WHOOMP! A moment of total distorition: a fly ball landed in my glove, knocking out all the runners, and ending the inning! Shocked by the sudden force of the ball against the soft leather covering my palm, I looked up into the bright clear sunny blue sky, knowing I was not the one playing the game after all. I was momentarily overwhemled with a sense of mysticism and mystery. 
I think individually, reflecting on the times we grew up, there is something that we are particularly grateful for, as well as something that was a troubling and deep struggle, which we have had to spend many years working to forgive as adults. I can for sure say something i value most about what my parents did – or didn’t do – was impose religion on my sister and I in any light. We were raised Jewish, but the kind of Judiasm we cultivated was about as holy and fun as the County Fair. My parents coined it us ‘cultural Jews,’ as the crux of our gatherings were delicious meals with friends a few times a year. Charoset (a tasty apple + cinnamon concoction) and Matzoballs for Passover, Latkahs for Hannukah, golden coins, and storytime – that was my perception. Having been an avid reader of fables and stories since a young age, the way the stories were so casually and jovially read and shared – not to mention skipped over in leiu of steaming food and hungry bellies – hardly felt much different from a formal, storytime picnic. My parents were both forced to go to Hebrew school as kids, and never wanted us to have to go if we didn’t want to – and who wants to sit in class on a Saturday after 5 days of school? My mom did take us to temple a couple times a year for the experience, but we were free to leave the building when we pleased, and liked the songs and stories anyways. Needless to say, we were never implacated with any beliefs of another power whatsoever. I know this freedom from thought for any sort of dogmatic set of rules created the perfect setting for me to be drawn to spirituality without much conflict about Truth.
My life has been guided in ways that bring me right to where I need to be – although I fought against it and became weak and sick for many years. People in a level of awakening beyond our own basic recognition remind us that we incarnated into a specific body, in a specific way, and into a specific family so we could carry out our ‘soul design’ and live the ultimate calling of our soul’s desires. Our ‘soul’ is part of the One soul of the Universe, and its needs often do not align with what we think we want for ourselves. People genereally discover this at some point in life, and depending how far they’ve gone into another direction, are able to rekindle aspects of their distant knowing and embody what creation is manifesting through them as a creator in their own own right. All of us are born to create, and we are all good at or drawn to executing a uniqueness which both contibutes to a larger picture, and helps in our own journey into peace, wisdom, clarity, and inner-knowing. All of us are drawn to guidance and comfort in arenas where we aren’t able to grasp the rudimentary understand ourselves — often our friends, pets, role models, or an interest in learning more helps form the path we take ourselves. 
My parents certain rules regarding no TV, reading books, playing outside, among others, absolutely served to keep me in a dreamy magical place mentally so I would always stay connected with the magical feeling that life was more beautiful, sweet, and deeply connected then I could understand. Regardless, like everyone, I experienced many terrible, unhealthy, and heart-wrenching situations where I learned to retreat inside, and developed a more complex relationship with the disatisfaction of living the way society limits and falsifies our lives.
Pursuing peace and happiness for the world was the object of my life initially. My mother showed us what it meant for others when we gave time or money we had earned to help where and when others really needed it. Volunteering is something I grew up with, and felt as normal to me as playing sports in terms of involvement or activites outside of school. And yet, after spending hours and hours of my time helping others as well as pursuing my own quest for happiness, I slowly began to fall into the despair so many of us know in leiu of the reality we see and hear abour so grim. After losing one friend after another over many years to the brutal circumstances of cliques and the lessons of life itself, I began to hone in on the meaning of life and quest for happiness before I reached University age – finding no solace in partying, dating, or wasting time on what I felt was an aimless waste of activities. I felt angry and disconnected, and sensed a separation from a vastness in the Universe which I couldn’t connect to and wasn’t sure existed beyond imagination. 
The 2nd, elongated encounter I had with spirituality developed, ironically, in the land of Israel. Trying to pursue my major abroad (Enligh Lit) offered two cities to choose from – London and Haifa, Israel. Haifa interested me because of a the central Baha’i Center – a faith which accepts all cultures and religions – and hence seemed to serve as an ideal model within a country of such vexed physical and spiritual separation. I had not imagined most citizens of this particular city, which toted itself as a limelight for peacefully coexhiting cultures, to adhere to the guidlines of a prohecy from long ago, continuing to vex its armed muscles and entrench all the outliers unsuitable for its presence into the dangerously shadowy corners of its heart. I felt distrubed and jarred from what I initially imagined to be a balanced place of centeredness and reverential revolution. I felt separate from the University group of study abroad students soon after arrival, seeing how everyone, save one or two girls, were totally bound to and served the underlying goals of the region – but in an unconscious manner. Very nice people, but being completely exploratory in my own life, I was able to quickly see so many limitations they had unkowlingly adhered to and imposed upon each other as well. 
Friday and Saturday was the weekend at University, and Sunday served as a Monday since everyone honored the Shabbos. Everyone save for we study-abroad University students who were used to having Sunday off – and so we did. Sundays served as my free day to explore the hills and mountains of the National Park surrounding the school grounds. It was here, in these meadows and fields, within the crevices of trees, rays of sun, and sweet drops of light rain, where the Divine revealed itself as I wandered.
I was never vying for something there, on the mountain. It was a simple easeful way for me to escape the heavy energy of a patriarchal-like sense of imbalance that loomed over the whole University, and radiated from many people I met or observed. I put my headphones in and joined with the valleys, the peaks, the trees, and the dry grasses; passed by the old man herding goats in the slanted, late-afternoon rays of firey gold, or noted the peaceful family smoking shisha under the shade of an emerald olive orchard. I saw farm animals, wild-flowers, the ocean on a clear afternoon, or the misty patches of green floating between invisible dips on a rainy one. My music seemed to perfectly compliment the mood and sentiment – often shuffling into a track that described exactly what I had passed by or what I was feeling or thinking in that moment. Many days, I saw no one or nothing at all – it was silent, the silence that glows and reminds you of a peace that once created the Beginning – before we fell into war and guns and thoughtless, mindless hearts. Other times, I encountered something which felt sacred, mystic, or so out of the ordinary, the only notably similar sentiment came artificially created from melting into pages of fantastic novels – ones from which you die just a little when the story is over. Every Sunday I was there on the mounatin, mostly alone. Although it was a sizable mountain, it wasn’t giant, and after awhile it would have seemed I’d come to know it all – after all, there were only a set number of carved paths. The mountain had predictable landscape –  it was on the same latitude line as my Southern California hometown, and thus exhibited a very smiliar look and feel. Yet, occasionally, I encountered magical places in the hills – ones I had passed by many many times – only to discover something extraordinary. 

One time, there was  a waterfall –   a family with many children playing in its cascade – which showed no signs of existing the same day when i returned up the same path; and a fairy ring with beautiful plants and mosses i imagine exist in Ireland, that was not even possibly relatable to any other flora anywhere else in the national park before or after the sighting. I had so many moments on that mountain, whose silence encapsulated me into its own world – a lifelike form of power and magic to awaken my confused and seeking heart to the possibilities of a greater beyond of Itself. There were, of course, many aspects of the energy of Israel itself that contributed to my energetic decombustion. Writing it now, I see that this was essentially my first opportunity – born our of cirucumstance – to long-term disconnect from society, and plug into my internal world while being supported by the land itself. Encounters with the Divine were reflected not only in the land, but mirrored amongst people, places, and teachings that suddenly made sense – a resonance. 

Many things happened throughout my life, and my intensified efforts to find and seek peace and happiness within myself. Working and trying so hard in so many parts led, of course, to the giant dips, when I felt listless and careless. I didn’t want to do it anymore – it was enough. The void felt so promising…

I had dabbled with yoga for a time, and after Israel, in the fall, finally conncted with a studio and practice which adhered me to the Path. But there was one moment, the moment of surrender, which lit the way to the life I have lived ever since. 

It was late, deep in the late of night, and I was again, sinking heavily in the sogginess of efforts that didn’t reap the flavor I had sought. I had surrendered, again and again I felt, only to pick myself up and keep walking. Lying there, all of a sudden, in a state of deep stillness, I burst into the Universe – the velvet darkness, all the dimmly lit starts. A voice spoke to me – and it clearly said something like:

This is not real. Society is not real. You don’t have to follow the rules – none of it matters in the way you have been told. It’s the game.  You choose, you play the game according to how you want to live. Do what makes you happy. You are free – do whatever you want.

I was stunned – but I felt estatic. My belief system of following those rules was shattered. I immediately considered how where in life I felt the most joy and excitement – from school to sports to internships, jobs to relationships, and various ways of living. Two stood out clearly – traveling and practicing yoga. From that moment on I decided that no matter what anybody said, I would travel and teach yoga for the rest of my life. 

Yoga means union. To teach is to spread, to share – to awaken the possibility of a state of mind beyond desire, beyond thought, beyond recognition – and most importantly, beyond the lie – into liFe.

So here I am, counting down to 29. 

Jungle Life, Hurts Where it Counts

Part 1: Arrival

I love living in the jungle, don’t get me wrong. The jungle isn’t to blame for my recent frustrations and feelings of intense rumination. HOWEVER, the jungle DEMANDS a high amount of intesity and activity just to survive, which isn’t easy if you’re a single woman living alone in the mountain with no transportation of her own! 

But 1) That wasn’t the original intention, and 2) I’m not the only one! The women of Puerto Viejo are tough, independent, beautiful, and edgy because of the valiant lifestyle we lead. So, feeling a little PRESSED with the timelessness –  feasbily unmeasurable next to peers and age itself – I’m going to expound on the grim, dirty, and unforseeable means in which we lurk within our neverendingly enchanting rainforest – do or die trying.

Let’s start with the basics we’re all involved with on some level: 

Food, Laundry, Mobility, Cleaning

And then the sort of implied, but nevertheless differential outliers:

Water

Electricity

Wifi

Jungle life makes you work your @ss off for each and every endeavor – leading, of course, to more appreciation and a more selective life. I was initally drawn to this part of Costa Rica partly because most people use bikes as their main source of transport, and after 10 months of relying on my feet and the bus schedule, I was really up for more independence. 

Buying a bike was fairly easy, and biking was a joy for the first few months — then it became a bit tiring.  Physically,  it’s a lot of energy to exert during “summertime” –  hot and steamy days of quality sun. During the 4th month here, biking  became burdensome, with my hips constanly tight, my low back always aching. I was spending way too much time in the morning working my yoga postures just to undue the pain from the previous day’s ride.

Biking is fine for vacation, but when you need to do regular things, without having exercise being the main energy-draining activity, it becomes trying. I was searching for normally priced, comfrotable place to live long-term during HIGH season in one of the most popular vacation spots in the country. Because tourists will pay so much more, this was a serious challenge. Over 3 months, I creatively searched and messaged countless people, and at the end of it all, found about 8 places availalbe. All these places, I had to visit on my bike. 

 Like many people, I generally prefer to leave home once the afternoon crawls past 2’oclock onwards – a bit more cooler and manageable. Unless I wanted to get up extra early and forgo my morings – involing yoga, meditation, and space in silence, the crux of my job and involvement being here – I have a 3-4 hour window available for all out-of-the-house needs, including my appoinments. Stretched along the ocean, Puerto Viejo extends both directions, and instead of being able to visit different places like you easily would in a vehicle, you essentially have to choose which direction you’re going for the day to make it feasible. 

Three months after I began my search, I finally found a clean, normal-priced, and homey place to live for 9 months, thank god! My new home was up the mountain – not as hilly as the initial place i lived – but the couple who was renting it to me had a moto to get around. Living here at this point for 14 months, I planned to find a used scooter to make it possible for me to stay at this wonderful space. I needed a break from biking! I had tripped the week before, twisting my ankle – and had to stop biking. I pushed through the pain until walking was equally bad. Moving my stuff on my poor, disjointed ankle was a STRONG message that I needed to rest and go deeper into my body. 

I spent the first 9 days in my jungle abode juicing, cleansing, resting, and listening. No worries – Pura Vida – this was a time to recalibrate and rejuvinate for the next step. Except for the fact that I was totally alone, in the jungle, no mobility, and completely uncertain of what I would do next. I was in no position to do anything other than tune-in and discover what the jungle offered. 


Projections

It’s never clear what’s going to happen a day in our lives. We may wish or plan for something, but for it to happen it might take a certain strategy better than the one we had before, and that takes effort – how do you maintain your brain? It’s unsatisfying to play the same old role, especially if it depends on others who won’t help you open your perosnal doors to lifexploration and let reality untold unfold in your direction when it feels good.  It’s just not sensical to let life go on in ways that make you feel insane or trapped without reason! 

If you’re going to go insane or be trapped, it better be for a cause you believe in so deeply, whose precoess will allow you a new opening once the shit is gone. But to lie mercilessly to yourself on the same point over and over, a way out is going to be a solemn listless answer. Come hell or high water, why not just get out? It sometimes instigates a little purge (or a big one) that can really turn your life around. 

When it comes down to our bare instincts, we were made to survive. This mode is one that acts on instinct or in the case of fear, desperation. But what is instinct? Instinct is that moment you know, what suddenly feels right in the moment, unflitered and uncompressed. Our moments of instinctual intellect lead to discovery. Intellect of instinct is an awareness that grows with each situation where you allow yourself to trust and be guided by the flow. The flow is what empowers every moment, every breath and every step, and is really what life’s about. 

The flow is not about letting things happen as they come or having no direction. It’s about being fully conscious of our movements though this life with a willingness to bend when things don’t happen ‘as they’re supposed to’ or as we hoped they would. Things going differently present us with an opportunity to engage with this instinct of letting go of formality, and find what’s best for our next move in the moment itself based on all circumstances, and what we know. It’s about undefining the greater part of the question and engaging with the unformidable unknowingness of life itself. It’s in this sweet, pure, innocent state of complete surrender that we find the answer, or see the sign. Often, we are so congested in our own minds, and cannot trust a seperation from the thought process for one sigh of ‘i give up!’, in which life itself presents an opportunity which changes our mind from Lost to Found. 

In these coming days, we will be presented with a myraid of opportunity expressed around sound, and it is up to us to listen. If you’re doing for yourself, see how you can expand that intention or idea to reach a larger community . If you’re already doing for the greater good, prepare to hold hands and make ties on many projects that will come to grow as you loosen your projections that you never worked through or failed to remember. Just observe without feeling the need of conquer any tests. 

Most importantly, start telling people around you who care deeply for you and who you also feel close to where you feel blessed by their support. If you feel comforted, confident, inspired, loved, and helped in their presece – let them know! An attitude of compassion and recognizition of others’ light will also help bring out the light in you and help both of you grow. This is not a good time to dawdle or play games with yourself or in relationships, especially if you really want to KNOW. Knowingness comes from looking within to our needs and commitments, not harboring avarice towards or holding onto others’ advice as we wind swifly down this road. Tune into your OWN needs. This is not a time to be rude or play mindgames, because it won’t enhance our creativity, which is how we really create fresh opportunity to grow in a DIFFERENT way. Stay open and commint to whatevercomes into your path when it feels like what you’ve been waiting for. Hint: if it feels right. Sometimes, often, it won’t look how we imaged, but our imagination merely relies upon the past for information and isn’t always favorable when it’s time to grow.

Let youself be if you need to be, and go if you need to go – but honor your dreams at the start of this new season! Don’t be afriad to not know what’s coming, because if your intentions are pure and your heart truly seeks to become empty of all hate so it might flower into a spiral of love, you will be kissed by the divine in all the right places. You are here to grow, but it’s essential to fine-tune what you know and admit what you don’t! In this way you can engage, empower, and benefit from what you already know, and let yourself be free of the fear or overwrought conclusions in arenas where you don’t. 

So bow down, kiss the Earth, and remember – She, our Mother, has what you need to neccesitate and grow! Searching too much outside yourself will only be a formidable ride on a carousel. You will become confused and lie empty after it all fades away when the night is over. Don’t let your dreams become frustrations… Allow and offer, live and love, bestow and wander. 

๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟ  
With grace and sweet stillness,

Holy ๐Ÿ”ฎ

Que Busca, Muchacha?

The question I hear most often when I enter a store – 

‘Que busca, muchacha?’ Or ‘What are you searching for, miss?’ 

– feels adept to turn towards myself. 

Every evening, reflexively, the thought pops into my mind. 

Que busca muchacha? 

At first I found it a sweet amusing supplement to my post-day reflections, but I realized that it comes into my evening as a sort of sunset to ponder upon – something to ask myself. Why am I here in Costa Rica? What is it I search for, that I won’t find elsewhere? 

My current living space might begin to offer insight to that. Up a long dirt road in the jungle, a house powered by solar energy with an open floor plan that gives it the feel of an upscale tree-house. The wooden windows and siding all open up onto a wrap-around porch, and well-built – without any sour notes of shackdom stressed upon it. Down below, my neighbors, kind of loud and yet, kind and compassionate – the father often belowing an amazing sound that is somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, never failing to make me smile. All around us? Pure, unadulterated, jungle. 

I feel so at home it’s strange – and yet, all my imagination as a child was filled with jungle and tropical places, so it’s only the reality of having arrived that has shoes to fill.

 All that bothered me wherever else I’ve lived in Costa Rica is manageable here. I am able to deal with it whereas before it was too much. Thanks to nature, of course, blocking and absorping the energy which would otherwise make it impossible to not feel like I wanted to run away or worse, fight back. That’s been a big part of my journey here actually – standing up for myself when people try to take advantage or are disrespectful uneccesarily. Very freeing, knowing when to speak up, to say NO, to speak what feels right and express without any any concern whatsoever the feelings which the other person is only asking recieve. 

Do I really feel like I’m searching? Well, not really. I’m here because I already have the inner-knowing inside. It’s my guide. I was brought here by a friend, with no plans and no expectations – and always a quest. Before I left, I wondered why and what, but I didn’t have any time after I landed to even think about THOSE sorts of quandries – immediately, I was swept into a major thing and the rest moved along, until now. Those 9 first months brought me into karmic situations with so many people, including myself and my family – it was intense. Along with this work, everything that had ever occured in ill-health erupted like the many volcanoes embracing this very  place, leaving me totally depleted in a way which required my total focus and attention every day. Then, I paid a visit all the way home, to wrap up whatever of all that remained to be addressed.

And now, I’m again here, a much lighter person in many respects, and thoughtfully pondering all that occured with new clarity. New visions have emerged, and a deeper observance of ‘myself’ – as we refer to our mental-emtional and reactional states – is very prominent and obvious. The reasons for being here are more purified, and after going through so much, it’s easier for me to understand a way of living that before I took with more strain, less ease and adaptability. I feel extremely connected here, and also grounded. I’m so used to this lifestyle: this simplicity has only freed me from a formerly over mentalized way of living, illuminating a thoughtlessness unbound in any way by the influences of people, places, or namely, society. My body is no longer punished, abandoned, or undervalued as I used to do unconsciouslly thinking my mind was important, more important I mean. I see my mind needs security and wants to roll a certain way, so I observe it but always allow for insight and feeling, no longer letting judgement and intense scrunity manifest the next move, and the next. 

No. I’m slowly, slowly, and even more slowly, learning what it is to let go – to let the inner-being EMERGE! In this I find joy, peace, and most importantly, my life’s purpose. True I have my desires and my little ways, but I love them all without judgement, and I’m not going to let the aspects which feel greedy or negligent govern whatever direction is meant to be – I just know that would be unpleasant in the long run. 

If I answer the question, Que busca muchaha?, it would not be too wrong to say that I’m searching through nature’s precious manifestions for a greater knowing and peace. I want more of my gifts to manifest so that I am able to peer more deeply into the truth, but also be a valuable aid and expression for the sake of all beings. Love – 100% that. ๐ŸŒ„โฃ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒˆ. OM