I’m not interested in happiness.
I mean it’s all well and good.
I am not going to turn happiness away.
But it is a small fraction of the human experience.
There is so much to embody.
So much landscape that lives beyond the realm of happy.
I also don’t care about the shadow.
I don’t believe in it.
Not the psychological concept, anyhow.
What we close our eyes to is not in the dark.
It’s not hidden.
Because we don’t want to see it doesn’t mean it is not there.
It’s only shrouded in darkness until we are willing to open our eyes and bare witness.
And just because we don’t like what we see at first.
Just because we are afraid.
Just because we have found ourSelves in confrontation with shame and pain and judgement reigning down from the ethers.
Doesn’t mean that what we are looking at isn’t a whirling dervish of holy magnificence and possibility…we only have to learn how to see it as such.
What I am interested in, is you.
In all of who you are.
In the roots.
In the depths.
In the heights
I want to know you stand in your Self.
How you are called forward.
How you rise.
Tell me the stories that spin in your mind.
And we will find the freedom that comes from the shedding of all that is not.
I care about you feeling what is.
About you noticing the invitations of your Soul.
About you saying YES to what is.
I care about you opening your eyes.
Letting the walls crumble.
About the primal scream of life that is waiting to be born.
I want you to find your pleasure.
And let it lead you.
To the core.
I care about the magic you bring.
The experience you are willing to have.
The experience of being seen.
Of being heard.
Of being loved.
To the very essence of who you are.
I desire for you to sit in the very fire of being.
And be left with the wide open wildness that is who you truly are.