a daylight dream

Lately, I’ve been feeling a shift within myself. Sudden fierce rejections to certain aspects of day-to-day life, and quite oppositely, sudden and extreme embraces towards ideas I never imagined I’d accept.  Lately, I’ve noticed that I’m making decisions quite differently— it’s mostly intuitive, mostly based on sensations in my body that I cannot but trust, lest I’d really want to decide upon suffering with inexplicable waves of pain. It’s different, it’s not like me— or maybe it is the whole of me. Having always been a plant-eating enthusiast, I know that eating plants is a cardinal part of my day. Yet, it’s certainly different now. I cannot eat other foods as tranquilly as I used to. Hot meals— meat, fish, chicken, frozen vegetables and even packed pasta are foods I cannot get myself to ingest anymore. I’m not saying I like it— sometimes it is quite cumbersome. Yes, I receive a cacophony of inspiration and heavenly sensation with my usual meal of seasonal fruit and fresh vegetable...

I will be honest here, crystalline honesty will sign my words. Some of what I might impart here may be seen as taboo or unspeakable, especially in my culture. However, when wounds are healed in love, there is nothing to fear anymore about expressing how it had evolved into the light. I dedicate this post to women and girls since I will be congratulating the evolution of a journey I have made towards healing my feminine health. If you are a man, you may not receive many benefits from reading, perhaps only educational. I will speak it up anyway so that I seal my learning and share what has been with clarity. I will be sharing how I’ve reclaimed my feminine health back throughout the years and how it was almost heart-shattering at times, and too, extremely empowering. I will be discussing the dangers of modern medicine on feminine health and how it ought to be balanced by an intuitive knowing that we all behold in regards to what truly heals us. In brief, when I was sixteen, I lost my men...

Just like we have envisioned, we spend most of our time sharing love to others. Some days, it means we need to experience wholeness in wonder and contemplation while in others, it’s a season to give selflessly— by simply being. There is a miracle that unfolds when souls come together in love. It simply transforms the whole world. Tonight, we have decided to share our hearts with a song or two. We’ve set up a humble place for the ones we know to gather around and experience an intimacy so whole. Candlelights flicker, pouring something so amber and sacred into the darkness of the evening. I’ve always been insecure about singing, and I still am. A lifetime with you will keep me healing until I’m not afraid anymore. There is something about how a flame imparts my beingness and I lose control of presentation, being at the precipice of failure at any moment. You hold my hand through it, and tell me to try again with a smile. You know I might once find my voice. With your guitar on your lap, ...

There lived by the sea a gentle soul who was a miller. He and his wife served together to grind the grain for the people of their town. And it came to pass that in all the land there were no communities where so much happiness reigned as there. Their countrymen marveled and wondered, for they recognized that something unusual must have happened to make the members of this community so singularly wise and happy. And although the townsfolk themselves were born, grew up, matured to adulthood and passed from the screen of life within the community, never in all of their living were they able to understand the mystery. Tonight I shall draw aside the curtain and tell you what made the people of this community so happy and prosperous, so joyous and wise: It was the service of the miller and his wife and the love which they put into the flour. For this love was carried home in sacks of flour on the backs of those who patronized their mill and was then baked into their bread. At every meal the ...

It feels like we have always been doing this dear. this togetherness, it lasted eons of successive lifetimes. It lasted more than the familiarity of it in the intimate peaks of having you by my side. It feels like you’ve always been here, beside me. In this room, in this garden, in the sun, under the sky and below the clouds. You’ve always been here, gardening dreams and playing soft melodies. Listening at times but mostly speaking, I’ve always seen you. What comforts me is that there is another timeless dimension to this. The sun you see in me has risen in you now, and I’m as subtle as the softest moonglow, love. It’s warmer here, my heart simply just illuminates. We’ve been mirrored all along, back to loving ourselves. Perhaps I’ve dreaded hiding in the mystery of my existence till I saw the graceful gentleness you embody. Now I morph into oneness through you and shed my fears as this heavenly light falls into the night. It’s so whole healing here,  always here.