Tag: Serenity

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Escaping the bucket

Life is so interesting. So extra-ordinary and congruent (not sure why that, but sure), enchanting. We spend so much of our lives seeking importance in the world out there that we forget to look in the one place that importance actually resides: within. Real power is authentic power. It’s finding oneself outside of the bucket, ahead of the curve, above and beyond the human dilemma. Creating your own lane and cruisin’.

I was talking to Bernard about that last night, about having escaped. About how the real struggle is having freed oneself from the bucket of crabs, all the while having to still co-exist within the bucket (from above), because you still have to be human when you’re human, even when it feels like you’re not. Even when you’ve overstood the basic-ness of the human being, the trivial-ness of this little existence. Even once you come to realize that the real real is so much grander and greater than this and there’s no adequate way of embodying that… yet.

It’s as if your only options from above the bucket are to wear a sign that says, “Woke,” which will be mostly confusing to the average Sally Boo-Boo, or you just say fuck this noise, throw the papers in the air (that’s what humans do, right?), and run off to a foriegn place to live off the land. You escape. Far, far away. And because neither of those options are exactly plausible, you float around the human realm while your Soul mostly pouts and your mind is in a constant state of, “You want me to care about, what?! The color of the bottom of my shoe? The name on the inside of my tag? How well I can paint and color in my face so that I can trick people into thinking I look like someone else? Is this real life? Is this thing on?”

How silly. All of it. So silly. And once you find yourself above and beyond the silliness, be prepared to be alone. Dolo is the name of the game when you’re cruising the coastline of “normalcy”. Which is not to say that there aren’t others who, too, have escaped, as Bernard so Divinely reminds me, but that is to say that those who are also cruisin’ the coastline are few and far between. Ships passing in the open sea.

It’s totally worth it, of course. Worth the solitude and the feeling like an alien-ness and the side-eyes from the models poppin’ bottles. An ‘if you only knew’ smirk from me, in my sweatshirt, yoga pants, and 13-year-old girl make-up skills. If you only fuckin’ knew.

With Love, Solé

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Trees

You ever just tree-watch? Perhaps not because it’s not as exciting as people watching. But then again, if you watch with your being, it really is. How eloquently they stand, no matter the changing weather or the temperature. Regardless of the trash that’s thrown at their base or the weeds that grow atop their roots. Despite the unpredictable conditions or the uncertainty of the natural world. So deeply rooted in their fundamental nature that they are unbreakable, adding their unique and necessary brilliance to the atmosphere without hassle. They’re even known to dance in the wind or to smile at the pouring rain. Always at ease, forever at attention, no matter.

I suppose we could all be a little bit more like the trees. Or, a lot. A lot less concerned. A lot less moved. A lot less pressed and unsure and insecure. None of that stuff matters, anyways, the mind stuff. It’s all one’s own reality show. Let the trees tell it, and all is well, always, all ways. They’re outlined and filled with love, and that is the beginning, middle, and end.

If only humans were of no mind, we’d say the same, surely. You think there are Kardashian trees? You think trees are in the market for Louis Vuitton moss coverings? You think trees are looking over at their neighborly trees, hating on them because they’ve got different color leaves or a bigger trunk (even thought that just means they’re secretly jealous)? Think they cling tightly to memories of unbroken branches or less-aged bark? Hell no. To all of those questions, hell no. Trees don’t care, they don’t mind, that’s the difference. Humans mind, trees don’t. They just be.  Not trying to take all the air and leave others without, or soak up all the water and leave the other trees starving. No, only and always just enough. In perfect alignment with the world around them. Just out here doing their part, playing their role. The trees know what’s up.

Nature is the real bible. It doesn’t preach, doesn’t promote hypocrisy or request that you adhere to strict guidelines, it just is. Shows the way by way of its own inescapable nature. Trees, flowers, the wind, grass, it all simply co-exists, and perfectly so. No judgement, comparison, or questions asked. Simple, Divine perfection and cohesiveness. Take note.

With Love, Solé

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Let it flow

Life is forever trying to slow you down to its speed and return you to the present moment, yet we love to be anywhere but here. By we I mean the mind, the ego. We’ve been taught and conditioned to be everywhere but here, if even just in a daydream. You’re lazy if you’re just … being. You should at least be planning, preparing, thinking things through, something! What kind of bum just be’s (not even a real word, go figure)?

Well for one, I do. I spend a LOT of time being. “What do you do all day?” I be! Blank stare. I hate to plan, try with all my might to stay distraction-free (as I check my cell phone), and as often as possible bring myself back to the here and now, the only place you can ever actually be that’s not make-believe. Everything else is a figment of your imagination, a creation (distortion) of the mind. But it’s not easy to un-mind, certainly not easy, not while trying to navigate a distraction-filled, material world.

Lucky for us, there’s still plenty of opportunity for us to come back, to return to Center. It’s simply a matter of getting out of one’s own way; out of the mind and into the feel. Slowing down. Allowing. It happens pretty organically if you let it, once you stop clenching so tightly to the chatter of the mind. Put your cell phone down. Come out from behind the lens. Relax. Breathe. Be here now. Fully inhabit this moment. Pour your vibe into the world around you.

The deal is, it’s gonna be ok. Whatever it is that you’re thinking about, worrying about, wondering about, trying to plan for, it’s gonna be fine! It is within its organic nature to be perfect, just as it already is. The less you obsess and dwell over it, the more efficiently it can run its course in the manner that is most beneficial to all. It might hurt, it might be sad, it might not feel “good” right now, but let it unwind a bit. Life is constantly trying to return you to the feel good and it knows how to get there, way better than your mind can expect, so long as you take the course that it’s paving for you, the path of least resistance. Follow the Love-brick road.

It’s life’s only habit to return to love, to feelin’ good. That’s all it knows how to do; To seek out the highest vibration. Of course, you must sometimes first traverse the muck to rise again, but rise you will, just as soon as you surrender. Remember, the muck is part of the process. It doesn’t get enough credit as far as I’m concerned. There’s a lot to be found in the muck, a lot to be said about its shittiness. A plethora of lessons that don’t come as clearly when the sailin’ is smooth. The contrast that reminds you how good the good is.

And in all actuality, it’s never really that serious anyways, nothing is. Not a broken bone, not the loss of a job, not a heartbreak, not how are you going to pay that bill, not even death! You are, after all, immortal. Maybe not the current earthlander that you’re flailing around, but the light, the ball of stardust that inhabits said earthlander, it’s not going anywhere, ever. It defines forever, the eternal, and all it wants to do is vibe. Elevate. Ascend. Evolve. It is the force that is forever steering you towards love because it is love. It is the highest vibration. It is the internal compass that will never let you “fail” (and I say “fail” because failure is only of the imagination). It is the You that transcends space and time. The You that connects this current humanly inhabitant to all that is, was, and will be. It just wants to be known by you. It just wants to shine. So set it free. Let it vibe. What else could you possibly have to do?

Live. Love. Illuminate.

With love, Solé