transform

I found this article and I really like it.
I think Tantra has managed to get itself a bad name much thanks to people just seeing it as a way to lots and lots of sex.
And just, trivialising it.
So I like this article.

And this idea that one can go so deep into the heart of what it loves that it then becomes love itself.
What a nice idea.
And the idea that Tantra accepts everything as a part of learning, all of it. Everything that we might feel or meet - everything is a part of "embracing the path".
..which is more commonly called Life, y'know.

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2011/05/the-yoga-of-tantric-love-7-reasons-why-its-not-just-about-sex/

To have Hope, Faith and Love.
The three Big Gangstas.

I happened upon the end of Shawshank redemption the other day.
What a glorious film.
And there was this quote at the end I'd never really noticed:

"Hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things. And a good thing never dies."

Patience, and kindness.
Words into Actions.
I have a sneaky feeling this is quite literally the core and heart of this year.
My Quarter century year.

Actual harmony only lives inside.
With or without or whatever.
We are what we have.
10 points to me every time I remember this.

And I also like this idea about gratitude I read somewhere, that the reason why gratitude is so important, being grateful for everything you've got, is that sending this out as a signal, life and the universe gets a go-ahead for sending more stuff your way.

Trust in what you already know!


If you speak Estonian:
http://alkeemia.ee/artiklid/10-tarkust-Buddhalt/l-12/c-1587/

So this is a reminder post.
About important things.

With love.
M.


And just THIS, you know.
By a Spanish poet Antonio Machado, translated by Robert Bly.
Last Night, As I Was Sleeping

(just one verse)
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt — marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Sweet honey_from my old failures.
So divine.

people

So what about the people to fan our flame?
How and where do we draw a line?

I mean.
What?

What
what
what

Fan your flame.
Is that a purpose?
Is that a necessity?
What the f*ck.
I don't even know.

Whatever.
M.


Not "whatever" though, you know?
That's the point.
This is NOT "whatever".
This is important.

time

I have time.
Okay, yes, it's constantly reducing, but still, I have time.

I have time.
To live a life that I've chosen for myself.
To do the things I want to do.
To decide
To change
To learn
To grow
To laugh
And dance
And travel
And adventure
To see
To hear
To taste
To touch

And I can only do this for myself.
I cannot convince anyone else of anything, unless they want to do it or want to be convinced.
February is for making sure I do the best I can with me, and leave others to do their own growing, and whatever.
And there's plenty I want to do with me. Things to decide and find out and explore and, just so much.

I have time.
Use it well.

Here's to time.
M.

(I think I dreamt something weird.)

sometimes

Sometimes people tell the truth.


Trust them.
M.

love

Let the love we have for ourselves be so strong that we never again reject ourselves or sabotage our happiness, freedom, and love.

core

"i have infinite amounts of energy running through me, and i will not restrain it
as i guide my friends, i will guide myself
i will never be alone, because we are all connected
i will not beg for love or attention, because i am worthy of both"

dream

IN MY DREAM I HAD LIGHT PURPLE HAIR

and i also said the words "the cavalry is waiting"

And to A: "Do you not like core strength?"

We were in a car, driving around an Eastern European village, looking for McDonalds. We found the sign but turned out we had to pass through this backyard.
Some men were playing cards around a table. Old men, with golden chains, wearing white wifebeaters.
And we wanted to get through their backyard, to reach McDo.
But then we let some chickens out, and a rooster. and that was not meant to happen.
So, we apologised, profusely. And got all the chickens back. And the one rooster.
And some pirates came calling, as they do. they of course wanted to rape everyone, but we were way too hardcore.
and we were somewhere in...Azerbaijan? by this point. something along these lines.
in a village, in someone bungalow.
And then the cavalry arrived.
And I was topless the whole party, wearing hightop shorts, with purple hair.

And then I woke up - happy.
M.