Author: Vee

We all have particular things that make our hearts and minds soar.
Activities that fully express a part of who we are, our authentic self.
One of these things for me is dance, both as observer and dancer.
Its impact on me is undeniable.
It produces a shiver of excitement that originates and expands from inside my body like a tiny explosion, shooting out to every nerve ending.
I’m fully present in the moment – this , here, now is what makes me who I am!

What is it that you love to do or experience? What is the thing that makes you feel vibrant and alive?

Derek Wolcott’s poem “Love After Love” beautifully expresses a return to self, a celebration of our true nature, honoring our “coming home” with compassion and love.

May we all feast on our life lived true.

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here.  Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine.  Give bread.  Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel away your own image from the mirror.
Sit.  Feast on your life.

Another new beginning.
Or rather, a reconnecting to an abandoned road.
The process of reinvention is not a linear one.
It loops and turns and breaks.
It wanders and finds its way back.
It bolts and stalls.
It is fierce and quiet.

The journey may not be as alluring as many of those celebrated in story.
The ones that tell a tale of hardship quickly followed by transformation.
The stories that have me questioning whether my own messy journey
is the right one.

The nonlinear journey isn’t as romantic.
It may not be as inspiring at the surface.
But it is real and it is powerful.

I want to hear about the dirty details,
the struggle, the angst, the doubts & regrets.

I want to hear from those who are on their way
to rediscover and transform themselves
through the obstacles, through the fear.
Harnessing the resiliency and determination to
move through the muck.

It is indeed the journey, not the destination, that matters most.
The destination is a magnificent bonus.

So embrace the journey.
Even when you feel lost or in doubt.
When it seems that there is no movement
and the dream appears to have died.
Especially when the dream appears to have died.

When the beating of your heart’s dream is faint
be still and listen, go deep within
for it still beats on.

Here’s to the beautiful tribe of brave souls
who have embarked on their journey
or are on the verge of answering the call.

I celebrate you!

We as a society seem to focus on the gross body.
The external.
This becomes painfully apparent when it comes to aging.
ANTI-AGING.
Resistance, denial.
Consumed with our gross body.
The natural order of things is change.
And with aging the change that is evident to most happens to the physical body.
Any change or transformation to the subtle body seems to get lost, buried in denial.
And yet the changes to the subtle body can be wonderful and magnificent.
Wisdom, patience, sense of self.
Changes to be celebrated.
But this is not something we tend to do as a culture.
So we avoid, deny, and seek out all possible means to halt the aging process.
Is it our fear of mortality that drives our denial and endless search for youth?

Or is it our unbalanced attention on how we look rather than who we are?