dance, shiva

Shiva and Shakti.


They say the world will stand as we know it until Shiva carries on dancing.



SHIVA symbolises consciousness, the masculine principle.
SHAKTI symbolises the feminine principle, the activating power and energy.

SHAKTI, the feminine (or Prakriti) means energy, power, movement, change, nature. It is the maternal principle – the provider, abundance. In the human as well as in the animal kingdom the mother offers nourishment, warmth and security. There is no greater love than the love of a mother. The mother carries and nourishes the child in her own body. When it is born she provides it with mother’s milk and raises it at the sacrifice of her own self until it becomes self-reliant.

SHIVA, the masculine (or Purusha), on the other hand, is pure consciousness – the unchanging, unlimited and unswayable observer. Purusha has no desires whatsoever; these are inherent only in Prakriti. Purusha is the empty, clear screen onto which Prakriti projects her colourful film.

Shiva and Shakti are manifestations of the all-in-one divine consciousness - different sides of the same coin. In many pictures these two primal powers are each depicted as being one half of the same image; one side female and one side male. The left side is the Divine Mother, Pārvatī, the “feminine” energy, and the right side represents Shiva, the “masculine” consciousness.

Happy Wednesday night.
Happy end of April!
May the month of May be divine, and flowing and full of the best energy.

Love, always.
Yours truly.
M.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KsYxLG5G6P0

fun

The 90s "spunky" (to quote A.) supermodels.

Bring it back.
I just cannot get enough of them and this attitude.
Just a bit more fun, and ballsy, gutsy.
And they don't look like their going to faint and die.
Rather like they're gonna cause some chaos, have stupid adventures.


Let's all be 90s supermodels - have the spunky attitude.
And we really shouldn't care this much.


Seriously.


F-U-N.

With spunky love.
Yours truly.
M.

first snow

And so, it falls.

This is my post at first snow.

First snow.
Something purely virginal about this.
The covering up of the sacred heart.
Or hiding some magnificent truth.

First snow.

It is a thing, completely in its own right.

This weekend has been a long weekend.
A rehearsal, concert and rehearsal on Friday, followed by a supreme evening with the girls, then dad's birthday and a party Saturday night, and today had a superrrrrrr meeting and then saw my cousin's girls, for cake.
This is all fine, however, sleep has been a rare visitor.
Friday night woke up around 5am and couldn't get back to sleep, work thoughts.
Last night listened to Phantom with mum till half 6, after the party.

And so, tonight I will sleep.
I need to sleep.
Snow makes me sleepy.

Some strange serenity.
A pause of a kind.

I have an interview tomorrow at 11 and then some library time, getting music. 

I feel love and I feel light and kindness.

And I would like to share it with all of you.

Somehow.

Yours truly.

M.

pure and free

“Remember that attachment is ignorance.
In reality, nothing is attached.
Everything is freely flowing and changing.
Attachment is purely a mental/emotional phenomenon.
It makes insecurity and fear possible.”

http://lazyyogi.org/

light the way

I must not forget this.



I don't believe in guardian angels really. Mum always has but they have never been my thing.
But many people along the way have said that I apparently have many.
As I said - it has never been my thing.

I now see it existed, for that reason.
As a guardian, to show me how exactly to carry on living my life.
Which is also why I saw the skies and the entire universe through it.
And myself, and my childhood, and the life I want.
The person I am, the person I could be, the person I do not wish to be.

And Love as I've imagined it.


Not to keep it this time, but to show me the way and path on which to carry on living my life.
Which is what I asked for.
Which is exactly what I asked for.
Direction and purpose.
For someone to show me the direction.

But I am only human so it has taken me this long to see it for what it was.
And as opposed to mourn the loss of something I thought I wanted to keep, I should rather be so grateful that I had this experience, this chance to shift my path.
To grow, and to change. Into someone a lot more like Me.

Because that's the greatest gift any one of us will ever receive.
And right now, I'm so grateful, it's stupendous.

And all this sense of loss or being deprived of something has gone, and all that remains is just gratitude, for having been given the chance to grow like that.
To have this reminder.
To have this sign-post.

It was never mine to keep, but it appeared to show me the direction.
Like in the folk tales.


And I have the Kaleidoscope to keep.
M.

purify

Dear souls.
It's time, to Cleanse.

cleanse

  [klenz]  Show IPA verb, cleansed, cleans·ing.

verb (used with object)

1.

to make clean.

2.

to remove by or as if by cleaning: to cleanse sin from the soul.

verb (used without object)

3.

to become clean.

pu·ri·fy

  [pyoor-uh-fahy]  Show IPA verb, pu·ri·fied,pu·ri·fy·ing.

verb (used with object)

1.

to make pure; free from anything that debases, pollutes,adulterates, or contaminates: to purify metals.

2.

to free from foreign, extraneous, or objectionable elements: to purify a language.

3.

to free from guilt or evil.

4.

to clear or purge (usually followed by of  or from  ).

5.

to make clean for ceremonial or ritual use.

verb (used without object)

6.

to become pure.

Really, mind, body and soul.
Proper deep-clean. A post-Solstice deep-clean purification.
I think it's only appropriate, y'know.

And it's so necessary right now, at this very point in time.
So, very, very, necessary.
Especially to get the clarity to see where my path is going.
I don't want to be weighed down anymore, by anything.
I want to have the clarity of vision to see freely where my life is going and is going to go.

Last Autumn I was doing so well, with the yoga and the eating and the reading and everything.
When was the last time I was consciously grateful for something?
When was the last time I made good food?
When was the last time I was mindful for like, half an hour?

Seriously.
So, therefore.
With the tour coming up, I've got the ideal opportunity to concentrate on this for a month.
Since we're constantly driving around the country, I won't spend any time in Tallinn.
Love my hometown as I do, it is the place where all the old patterns come barging in.

And so, here we go.
Let's cleanse.
Time for a plan later, but this is the journey.

Cleansed.
M.

cake joy

I feel this truly is one of the purest forms of joy.

Cake.
M.


This was with E.
She didn't have cake tho.
Otherwise it would have been DOUBLE-cake-joy.

Love of Life

Why do I often forget this?

The little things.
Buying yourself flowers.
Cooking something nice.
Seeing something extraordinarily beautiful.
This is the simplest, and the best life-force, when times get a little weird.
And it's also so easy to forget.

So let's not.
The pure love of life.

This blog doesn't have much to do with anything, but it's pretty and the pretty one sent it.
http://thepassionism.tumblr.com/

See the little things.
M.

cleanse

i am going to cleanse my space
which is what i'm currently doing

This was never ever a priority (I think I've mentioned this before). (I'm pretty sure I have, actually.)
But now because I feel that my mind's so much clearer and less cluttered I actually feel that I want the space around me to echo that.
So all of my hands on deck for this mission.

Cleanse.
M.