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Dirty Dancing

Sweeping I can take…but mopping?
Ugh!
Its just not my favorite thing to do. ūüė¶

Its no big secret…I EXTREMELY DISLIKE mopping. (versus hate..its too strong a word)
I even got one of those squishy buckets so you don’t have to wring the dirty water out with your hands…but it doesn’t really change how I feel about it. :S

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the squisher of the squishy bucket

I’m not sure why. It may just be a general aversion to doing housework (ha!), but at the end of the day (week?), since nobody else will do any of it, then I do.
(I may be lazy, but I like living nicely too you know. ūüôā )

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little things i have to up around the house ‚̧

A professional friend suggested to think of mopping as my Meditation…the same way you look at all the work you do in an ashram, she said.
Smarty pants that bi-atch of mine! She knows I have a thing for Making Everything Sacred. ‚̧

So have I meditated this week yet?
Not with the mop, I haven‚Äėt. :S

I’ve written a bit (with a pen and paper). Moved the body too.¬†(more of both is needed)
But I am yet to do a dirty dance number with the mop. ūüė¶

Ooh!
Now that‚Äôs more inspiring…
Bring out the incense sitcks!

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when everything’s clean, life is serene

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What School?

A fellow blogger was intrigued by the idea of¬†Soul School when I mentioned it on the previous post.¬†Indeed…it does seem like something that could be found¬†in Neutopia.

You know that saying “It takes a Village to raise a Child“?
Well, it is one of the basic tenets of SS. Because for the school, its collaborators and the children to thrive, active participation of The Whole Village is required.
Community is key.

So, what IS Soul School?

In a nutshell…It Is¬†an EVOLutionary Educational Center for Children from Pre-School to Prepa Age.

The Idea of Soul School first came to me when Ananta was still a baby, but my Soul started to whisper it into my consciousness well before she was conceived.

Early¬†in my University days, I was drawn to the idea of practicing¬†Yoga. I never did take any classes until after I got my¬†engineering degree (took me 6 years!), and even then I didn’t enroll in¬†that Ashtanga class until a year or two into my stay-cation in Mexico (I went on vacation, and have not returned since).¬†This was when I had a job and the moolah to actually pay for a class. ūüėÄ But not long after, I quit slaving away for¬†“The Man” and went in search of The Woman I Am. ‚̧

For a year, I became a Rainbow-Making Tree-Hugger slash Compost-Mixer. Somewhere around that time¬†I told my co-workers I was going to a 4-day prayer ceremony…and didn’t return till 2 months later. ūüėÄ

vista hermosa

Backpacking to Tenochtitlan, camping behind the pyramids,
losing all my stuff, finding a bunch of feathers as compensation;
walking up and down mountains,
dreaming with my Spirit guides,
singing in the desert,
finding my Medicine…
they were The Most Magical Days of my life.

plant yourself strong

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As fate would have it, I returned to the city, close to the sea. From here, I¬†walk into a¬†New World &¬†Being, as those across the¬†wild Pacific hold¬†vigil for my dreams. The Land of my Birth awaits my return…

Soul School.

We¬†learn in a circle, from the ground UP, under trees or thatched roofs…palapa, they call them here…kubo, back home.¬†(not in chairs, lined up in rows, with the teacher standing)

We learn to Work The Land, Hunt, Build, Beautify, Meditate, Appreciate;

Re-Create Time,
Commune with the Stars,
Feed to the Fire, Flow with the Waters,
Honor
the Sacred Air We Share.

We learn to Read the Sky,
Count our Blessings,
Experiment with Possibility,
Speak our Truth.

Here,
We tend to the Temple, our Bodies
Listen to the Voices of the Mind
Open The Heart
Free The Spirit.

Here,
We School the Soul.

We’re Championing the Star Children.

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Mic Test #2 – Tidied Up Shitty First Draft :)

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Just watched the Thrive: What On Earth Will It Take documentary.
2hours+12minutes of my Life.
and Now
free-writing
about
Who I Am and Why I Am Here.

Hmmm…lets start with where we are:
(provide a background for the rest of these 20 minutes)

Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco.
9.14.2014, 10.08pm
The night hurricane Odile touches land in the Baja area. Category 4 Hurricane‚Ķa beautiful swirl of water and rain washing down the jaws of the whale. (We are in Mexico. The 14th biggest ‚Äúcountry‚ÄĚ in the World‚Ķon the map the shape of it looks like a whale. To me anyway.)

No rain here…we are protected in the cove of this coast…Bahia de Banderas. Bay of the Flags. (an interesting story here)

I didn’t realize I am standing on sacred Ground!!!

Who Am I and Why Am I Here?

I am Momma Goddess.
*Hot*

Who is at the center of my torus?

(Antibiotic break…for nasal polyps, so the doctor says)

My daughter sleeps.
(I don’t like this voice…)

Hello. Its nice to be here again!
(I think I‚Äôm already at 10minutes…)

Geewhiz! Free-writing, without even reading while I write, editing, or looking back‚Ķ.just typing down the dictation of The Moment…not easy! ūüôā

Sigh…
Its starting to drizzle. I wonder how close we will be to Odille’s eyes…I guess we only get the whippings of her tail.

Please don’t rain tomorrow! I’m finally getting my 60-minute Cupocity massage at Victoria Spa!
I deserve this, don’t I?
A little bit of loving, in the hands of another.
So does Every body else in the World too!
Thrive…
Lets!

10.22pm
23…
5 more minutes.

Ananta sleeps…while I dream (debate?) about going to Cancun…to visit more Sacred Sites. Present Her to the Temple.
Meet up with Blood and Soul Sisters.
Re-connect. Re-charge.
In celebration of my 32nd.

Why not right? ūüėČ
Navigate The System…
Work It, Girl!

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The Medicine Tree

If Humans are the bottom-dwellers in a Sea of Air,
and our planet is just another particle in an Ocean of Space…
then boy, do we have a heck of a lot more evolving to do!

Let us be more like Trees!

So unmistakably connected to the Earth and Sky,
they ground Light into the material plane
and as a WASTE PRODUCT produce Life-Giving Air
~ Prana ~
What a wonderful Energy-exchange!

(I wouldn’t mind Working It day-in/day-out if what I produced was that inspiring!¬†Although what I currently get paid to write during¬†the day satisfies one‚Äôs needs,¬†it doesn’t seem to fulfill this One‚Äôs Desires‚Ķ)

One must take the time to Truly Inhabit The 3-Dimensional Spacesuit though.

When you don’t…
the Body languishes,
the Heart connections are cold
the Mind is loose,
and Energy leaks out of you like a bleeding mother fucker.

How though?
How does one Incarnate?

Sorry.
   Can’t answer that for you, buddy!
It is a deeply personal quest and noBody else can know but You.

But for this Body,
Alone-Time is VITAL.
(Preferably before the Sun and the Little Ray of Light rises. <3)

Turn on from Within.
Tune in to the Silence.
Drop in to the Void.
This is Yoga.
~ Union ~

And this is what I write about in the evenings…
Red Ramblings.

Like a Tree,
I Take In all that is,
was
and could be
of Every Moment, of every day
and with these words
I ripple out my Best Desires for All into Sacred Space.

Some nights are steamier than others…
smoke dances,
the mist rises
and falls,
like my bare chest
as I try to make Beauty of it All,
even in Pain.

There is no greater Fulfillment than Birthing into Being the Divine Inside.
What Medicine do you exhale?
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hello 2014

A whole month and 2 days into this year already.
Shit.
That was quick!¬†I only just had the chance to reflect on 2013 two flippin’ days ago!
But heck, we all have our own personal rhythm of creation, don’t we? So good on you if on January 1st you already knew exactly how the rest of 2014 is going to pan out! And if not, that’s cool too. ūüôā
Sometime in the last week Ananta & I had our first ideal day of the year ‚̧
I woke up early (6.30am), hummed, practiced Yoga, made a vegan breakfast before my Little One woke up, had fresh fruit first thing, drew/learned about underwater creatures and their English translations, enjoyed said breakfast, took lil’A’s bike out, went to a “new” park for the first time, played on the swing and slide, geared up for daycare/work without drama…all of that and still made it to the office with time to spare. ūüôā
(FYI, the rest of the days prior were somewhat neurotic, slightly stressful, and of the shoot-me-now kind)
BLISS.
Cheers for days just like that (and even better), and to those that are yet to come!!!
So how did I manage such a big turn around?
Because days prior I was bordering depression, feeling defeated, somewhat uncomfortable and pretty much living blah-ly.
To be honest, I didn’t really¬†DO¬†anything. Or consciously make an effort to be un-blah anyway.
But after deciding that I didn’t really enjoy wallowing in the muck of blah-ness, I decided that whatever floats my boat flows.
So..days prior, since I had a pedicure-spa gift certificate that was expiring soon, I went to get myself pampered. And because I had an e-money Christmas card that I hadn’t used yet, I got myself the wine-holder I’ve been wanting. And since humming makes my Heart sing, that’s how I started my day. And so on, and so forth.
Pretty soon I am getting this or something like it tattooed on my right wrist. (Valentines gift to self)
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I want it to be a reminder for how I want the rest of my year to be.
Drastic? Maybe so. But it wouldn’t hurt to be reminded to Be True to my Self for the rest of my life either.
Wouldn’t hurt at all.