Falling in Love
These last months, I fell in love with intriguingly subtle and expressively fierce ways of being alive. A love, mediated through the wisdom and embodied closeness of my spiritual friends, and embedded within – even held by - the bigger uncertainties daring us to dive deep and let go what was never ours anyway.
An intense process is teaching me to care again, even more deeply and fully, for the eclectic being that I am. That we are.
'I' reveals itself in our authentic movements rather than a wilfull decision, in a breathtaking felt sense rather than an underlined, abstracted value, in the emotional margines rather than the socialized identity.
By identifying with diverse and intense states of being alive mirrored by those playfully and sometimes radically embodying them, I recognize and experiment with the universality and uniqueness of everyone’s aliveness. Diversity now becomes the bedrock of connection, the seeking of my fixed purpose in the unique perception of the other is transforming into an openness towards the other’s and my continuously changing life pattern.
I became and become aware of sensuality, a thirst for intimacy and a longing to feel closely present with all and everything. In the depths of my own experience lay a neglected longing for transformation through each other’s intimate presence. In that same realm, I found a passionate emotional connection with life, a stirring wish to surrender and go beyond the societal construction that one can ultimately and always control life’s movements.
I am equally caught be an awakening of fresh creativity. The need to stay tuned with an intuitive wisdom guiding me which ways, perspectives, feelings, textures, expressions, movements, and relations to explore and integrate in temporary manifestations of the wholesome creative process.
Awareness taught me that sensitivity needs her awareness to turn inward frequently, to breathe through the inspiration, exhale its meaning with every bodily cell and feel connected at once with the embodied ‘I’ and the mesmerizing whole, a sacred collaboration outweighing any other source of guidance. Autonomy found her home right in the middle of far and deep reaching roots, her unexpected road is paved by the steps that I undertake sensitively.
Enthusiastic as I am, a calling is revealing itself once again, and the delicate smile on my face shows the natural intimacy I feel with this kind of intensity. This time, the calling comes from an even deeper place, disclosing a spontaneous wisdom anchored in the bubbly process of my becoming. A calling, always artistic, a way of being alive I feel most intimately related with, simply asks me to take very good care of her needs, her sssshhhhhhhhh sensitive ways of being alive.
It's safe to say, a trailblazing and at the same time very traditional, existential source has appeared in the emotional waves of this research of aliveness.
Yes, grateful is the perfect word. Grateful for everyone that crosses my path, in particular those that share their love and compassion while never telling me which way to go, while always forging their own path on the go.
It’s safe to say, I found my tribe and now my wings are growing day by day. Thank you, my Love !