Adjustments
December 23, 2011
So back during the weekend of September 3rd and 4th I had my first attunement. I am infinitely grateful for that experience and the moments that have followed. Practicing kindness and presence has humbled and delighted me more than I ever knew it would.
My grammar isn’t always great, nor is my spelling. I can hold up a conversation and conduct a training. I listen well and yet all of these things are never done. I’m not sure that even a better understanding of grammar or drawing or knife skills or anything like that could keep up with whatever my idea of put together is. If it could keep up with the rate of transitions that I arrive at and leave.
Does that mean that I can post something here and then come back and edit? I think so. I get caught up about finishing a bit. When are you done? When did you start? When did something make a difference? When was something too much?
Things are sharper when you can’t see them? ”Grace isn’t always graceful” – SFD Things get messy. All thing are relative. Like the way you touch someone’s cheek. That’s special. Eye contact is important. Taking a chance is important. Taking a moment is important. Being kind and gentle and still and passionate. Even the ugly stuff friends. Are you a good person?
Are you a bad person?
Does that matter?
Maybe they both exist or maybe they don’t. But further judgment on wherever you are or whomever you think you are is quite possibly different than you know.
I recently posed nude for a painting. An opportunity arose, I responded not thinking anything would come of it thinking maybe I did my part shoving my boat off the shore and now I’m out on it. Sure, 4′ x 4′. Seriously. All of me. I’m more beautiful than I thought. I’m more bitchy and moody than I thought. I am kind and forgiving for the most part. I hold onto stuff sometimes.
Life is incredible. Take a bite, how will you know otherwise.
