I am entering a phase of cultivation, symbolized by putting down the clippers for as long as I can. Watch as my hair and I grow.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Day 346.
This is a comfortable longing. I bite into desire, chew on it, tasting it completely before mindfully swallowing. I lean into longing, allow myself to feel it in my limbs, in my belly, in my cunt. It's okay that it hurts sometimes. The pain lets me know I am still here. It's okay that it feels absolutely delicious and sensuous, too. It's like that song that always makes me cry and for some reason I still like to put it on and move slowly around the room. What freedom, being with what is.
Labels:
liberation,
Love
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