writing

I feel I have something to write about.
And I'm feeling so grateful that this feeling exists.
So grateful.

Firstly, this week and the triple bill of soul-shaking theatre has been ridiculous.
And I really hope it shook something loose.
Since I have a feeling there is something to write about it must have changed something.

I'm watching Louis Theroux's documentaries.
Now, if you do not know who this man is, please please do look him up!
His documentaries are great.
And he takes it all face-value.
As much as one can.
With an open heart and he just listens to the people.
But he does find the strangest topics.
Fascinating.

And I want things!
I want to go to India, go to Goa, go see and grow and go open up.
But this is not the time yet.
It would hit me too hard.
The time is later on, but I will do it.
Really, really, really, really, really.



And yes, I think, yoga this week with Pisces.
She mentioned her place at some point, and I need something to balance my mind.

I also decided not to do this competition thing later in November.
Not the time.

I mean.
This bit in my life is all about the shaking loose.
Therefore - I should move more.
I need to shake loose, all the emotions.
All of it.

And also.
This photo below is beyond my means of description.
The shadows.
The shapes.
If I would ever have to approach a naked woman in a sexual context, I would pass out.
How do you even begin, to approach this?
This form.
Also, this photographic example just popped up on tumblr.
It's not the details necessarily.
It's the Thing.
The Female being as such.

And when women don't value themselves, it makes my skin crawl.
It is so widespread, it makes women seek value where there is none to be found.
And also it wrecks so many children, and then the men.
And I'm not talking relationships, but a step before, the first source of Love.
The Mother.

Oh, women.
Seriously.

Nope, cannot.
Lack the vocab.




And so.
Happy Saturday, my dears.
It's such a world we live in.

And can I just say, Dalai Lama.
Compassion.
This is all we need.
Nothing else comes into play, at all.
Just compassion.

Be kind.
Yours truly.
M.

close

October closes, and November has arrived.

And it's always like that in life.
One end marks a new beginning.
Circle circle circle.


I will get somewhere when I reach freedom in my voice.
That's when I'll get somewhere in my life, my career, I'll get into it.
I'll get into the sphere and the space I want to be in.
I'll get into the light and the depth.
That's when I'll open up, fully, and carry on from there.
So next stop, careless abandon.
The fearless freedom.

Only god knows what I'll do then.
Or what I'll sound like.

Becoming more myself.

And I want to have a heart that never hardens.

And also, how can anything change or happen when I can't get to know me.
Or like, if I can't get to the point where I feel like I know myself.
So me and me.
The age of me and me.

All the things I've felt today.
Over-whelmed mostly.
But hey, bottomline, I've felt.
So that counts for something.

Yours truly.
Love and light.
M.

20,000

We passed 20,000 views as I was away!
I'm so pleased.

This has really been coming from last September when I started blogging much more.
So a year with you LOVELY people!
Thank you so so much, for dropping by and reading my ramblings.
Seriously, I kinda love you all for it.

I hope I still provide something good to read and you keep finding something interesting, and yourself, in the process of it all.





So.
This post about "See yourself succeed".

I've been going through some really stupidly tricky times, and today kind of ended up being the emotional culmination of it all.
But it's much better now, and after a long-long chat with A. and dad+Mrs I'm firmly back on planet Earth, roots, soil, and all.
And I'm feeling good.

I've also been given/given myself some homework.
And this time around the homework is "See myself succeed".

And I promise, I mean, I really promise you, I do not do enough of this.
So this is my homework.

Start seeing myself succeed.
Spend some time contemplating what I really desire.
And get some movement going.

Create your own magic.

With love.
M.

kardashians

Last night was hard.
I don't even know why but I just got so frustrated, with the endless packing (seems endless), and not having a date.
This is so boring, for everyone. Truly, truly boring.

SO.
New day, new stuff.
And for now I'm letting the Kardashian sisters cheer me up.
I don't like reality-TV really, it's never been my thing. And from what I knew about Kim Kardashian was like, just annoying. Void, and annoying.
But then, I don't even know how or why I started watching Keeping up with the Kardashians, and turns out they're good people. The other girls work hard, and their step-dad is a good man.
The eldest sister, Kourtney, has 2 kids with Scott Disick. Who I think is great. He's gone through some rough rough times, but it's so clear that those two love each other to the Moon and back.

And also, Kourtney, Khloe and Scott doing the rain dance, cause they're bored, is pretty great.

Cheer up Monday.
M.