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– Serenade Me –

Where the ocean meets the river
Our hearts collide
Shining so brightly
Like the stars in the night sky

Melting away, our icy past
That used to haunt our souls
Igniting embers into flames
To conquer distant shores

Serenade me, with your deepest desires
Share with me, the song of your soul
Love me, like none other
And I shall be –
More precious than gold

Flip a coin, and make a wish
Cast your fears into the sea
Watch them sink, into the abyss
Feel what it’s like to be free

Dry your eyes –
Spread your wings and take to the sky
For when the ocean returns to the river
Our hearts will beat as one
Embraced in a love
Much stronger than the sun

With every word
With every breath

Serenade me, with your deepest desires
Share with me, the song of your soul
Love me, like none other
And I shall be –
More precious than gold

Getting Naked: the return to innocence

Have you ever met someone, and instinctively recognized their presence was going to change your life?

I’ll explain:

I opted out of post secondary and immersed myself in the workforce for seven years to learn, experiment and find my place in the world. Courtesy of the employment opportunity I was given in 2013, I promptly returned to university in May 2014. I decided my life would consist of: work, school – school, work. I had zero intention to make connections. Re-entering the university world is no easy feat, especially having been away from it for so long and enrolling myself within the fast-track option. My strength, resolve and excuses were being challenged in ways I did not expect because I went in with a ‘let’s get it done and over with’ mentality. I came very close to quitting because I didn’t believe I belonged or could succeed in the academic world. I somehow found myself working and pushing through my insecurities, and surprised myself when my final psychology examination mark was above 80 per cent. I’m not going to lie, I thought the mark posted was a typo.

In July of the same year; I remember looking at myself in my 7×4 foot antique mirror, and really saw and felt the consequences of sitting at a desk from 9-5. I immediately went to my university’s gym, purchased a gym membership and hired a fitness specialist. When I saw him for the first time, I knew. I knew he was going to be the kind of trouble that would change my life in ways I could never imagine. And let me tell you, I have an expansive imagination. 

He engineered a foundational workout program based on our discussion, assisted me during our sessions to make sure I didn’t hurt myself using muscles and equipment I had no idea even existed – smiled, and called it a day. It was a straight forward client/trainer relationship. Except for the part where I developed a connection, which went against my ‘plan’. But my plan wasn’t established because my focus was on the safety portion of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. No. My plan was established because of a tendency to isolate due to past (traumatic) experiences and prior conditioning. All the demons I:

  1. Spent years working really hard at hiding from myself and others;
  2. Didn’t know existed, and
  3. Wasn’t ready to deal with 

were being ‘exorcized’ from the vulnerable, fiery depths of my personal hell. Not something I expected from the ordinary undertaking of hiring a personal trainer.

According to Brené Brown; vulnerability is the core of shame, fear and the struggle for worthiness. However, vulnerability is also the origin of joie de vivre, love, creativity and belonging. With the understanding that connection provides purpose and meaning to life, the universal experience of shame dissolves connection, and the fear of unworthiness dissociates the connections we are neurobiologically programmed to accomplish. Connections calm the mind, comfort the heart, heal the body and soothe the soul.

I intellectually understood this. However, it was this unsuspecting liaison that became the catalyst for emotional identification, acknowledgement, understanding and transformation of longstanding vulnerabilities that were the result of immense feelings of shame, fear and my struggle for worthiness.

Since physiology aligns perfectly with psychology: when the body sustains physical damage, scar tissue forms in order to protect the vulnerability from sensory pain. As a result, seemingly insignificant details are oft neglected and remain untreated. Naturally, this causes fibres to become thick, tight, irritable and seize. This is reflective of the body’s natural overriding ability to avoid pain. Thus causing further impairment of muscles, joints, tendons and nerves. Maladaptations become normative, and healing the underlying injury becomes a diminishing intention. As a result of natural physiological compensatory mechanisms, this renders the vulnerability of having a functional and non-functional response. Scar tissue becomes denser with time and more resistant to change. However, by way of provocation, damaged areas can be identified and the individual healing regimen can begin. 

Damage to the psyche (mind and soul) function identically. When our psyche sustains damage, defence mechanisms form in order to protect the vulnerability from discomfort, or pain. 

The drive reduction theory of motivation states there are four innate biological drives of the human condition: hunger, thirst, sex, and the altering of consciousness (by any means necessary). In essence, we seek to alter discomfort in order to distract and become comfortable, and the choices of distraction are an endless buffet to choose from. The expression of damage manifests within thoughts, feelings, behaviours and beliefs of one’s self, others and the world. As fibres become thick, tight, irritable and seize, so does the psyche. Scars become deep-seated over time rendering the vulnerability to become maladaptive, normative, as well as having a functional and non-functional response. Thus, we/they become more resistant to change and seek forms of desensitization/distraction to feel comfortable. However, when we seek to heal injuries caused to our psyche, examination by way of provocation becomes the skeleton key that unlocks the door to one’s freedom.

It’s demoralizing to believe we are able to selectively desensitize and distract ourselves from uncomfortable feelings and search for outside validation without negatively impacting the foundation in which we strive for. This perpetuates the struggle for worthiness, as well as continues the downward spiral of destructive behaviour(s) and broken emotional connections. However, if one approaches vulnerability with honesty and authenticity, the temporary discomfort becomes a minor sacrifice for the ultimate goal of releasing one’s chains of self-imposed slavery.

My experience with the person who changed my life was an intense one, and one I will never ever forget. 

His influential energy shone the kindest, purest, brightest and most gentle light into the darkest recesses of my existence. It was terrifying. He was terrifying. He unknowingly challenged my strength, resolve, excuses and vulnerabilities from my core. I wanted to crawl out of my skin-suit and run away from him and myself. But I knew if I ran away:

a. it would be a waste of time and money
b. I would become everything I worked so hard not to become. 

It was now or never. 

I chose to surrender and fight my demons with the intention to win, or die trying. 

It was new for me to feel safe, comfortable and trust (specifically that of a man). It was new for me to meet someone who was an inspiration, as opposed to a dire warning. It was new for me to experience and feel simple, precious things that are taken for granted every single day. It was different, and he destroyed the world I knew.

I thought he saw everything he was lighting up within me, so I shared my story as if I was confessing to an unsolved murder (in a way, I was). I shared most, if not all my secrets that only two other souls are privy to. I most certainly was not graceful or elegant in this process – but I was real. I made mistakes. I didn’t handle things well, I was the definition of a mess and I undoubtedly drove him nuts. I guess you can say, I was a productive (non-sexual) masochist, who became addicted to the light I wanted to become; my obsession with personal growth.

If home “is where the heart is,” it takes strength and love to be courageous and share one’s story from the heart. It takes courage to dive to the depths of one’s soul, to let go and give unsaid words as well as feelings a voice because it is within our home where our intimate vulnerabilities live, die, heal and transform. 

Understanding that beauty lies within the vulnerability of polarity; home is a place of beauty, as it is the foundation and magic of creation. Home is our reflection, or chosen fiction to reality projected in seemingly insignificant ways. Home is within ourselves. It can also be found in anyone, anywhere, and at any time because home is the experience of connection (intimacy). However, it is one’s first experiences of home that are of the utmost significance, as it is within these fertile experiences where seeds of the future are planted (conditioning). It is within the history of home, where every fibre of one’s identity is eclipsed and created from birth, or rebirth. It is where the answers to most, if not all questions dwell. Home is where truth begins and ends, over and over again. It is where we develop our thoughts, feelings, beliefs and language of our individual identity.

In the end, one tends to reflect on how it began and this process challenges the existing perspective.

The struggle for worthiness is an oppressive road. However, the acceptance of worthiness is a dynamic process and provides healthy changes to thoughts, feelings, beliefs and language towards ourselves, others and the world. 

Through him, I learned the most important lesson: to simply be who I am because I am enough.

I began to love, respect and be proud of my “weirdo” self. I learned to acquire stability through the love of my mind; body, heart and soul because interconnectedness is fundamental in achieving joy, love, creativity and belonging (worthiness). One cannot work without the others, as the lack of effort and balance within these realms renders them incomplete thus creating disharmony. It’s challenging to maintain balance through uncertainty. However, the practice of courage, compassion and positive connection becomes the solace we so deeply yearn for during our life’s pursuit.

Though him, I learned the power of understanding and empathy that relinquishes blame – unfavourable conditioned responses with respect to the projection of pain towards ourselves, others and the world. This allowed unworthiness to transform into worthiness, thus transforming my existence. Grace became home and beauty continued to lay within the vulnerability of polarity, as it honours our free will. What we create is our choice but ultimately is a reflection of the self and its story shared from the heart.  

He unknowingly made me a better person, so I CAN change/take over the world. And there are no words to express how grateful I am.

Veni, vidi, vici.

Tomorrow is never promised to anyone – what is your choice?

Love Always —

– Come What May –

On days like today

When the Sun perches at its highest peak
I can feel the warmth of your hand
Gracefully caressing my cheek

On days like today

When heaven knows no bounds
I gaze with adornment
In all that I have found

On days like today

With the gift of a cloudless sky
I can feel you peering back at me
As I look into the depths of your eyes

As the sun sets

I sit alone
Sipping the magic of ancient leaves
Whilst welcoming the unknown

Beneath the night sky

I wish I may
I wish I might

I whisper to the stars

For my love –
To kiss me goodnight

I whisper to the stars
To lead me home

So I may feel the Sun through your touch
So I may see the sky through the depths of your eyes
So I may kiss the sweetness of your lips

And know –
I am home

– Satine –

The wind begins to shift
A sense of change fills the air
A momentary realization
Of something dire
No longer there

An overwhelming sense of desire
A burning, deep-seeded need

There is a keen sense of knowing –
What once was frozen earth
Holds new promise to be found
As this pining spark ignites –
Long-lost passion
Softens the February ground

As the wind begins to shift
Day transforms into night
The Sun has now set
And Her Majesty, illuminates the sky

An unconscious retrospect
Promotes a fight within
Reminisce, of my True Love
Calms this beast
Beneath my skin

A keen perception
Of bonds between clues
Awaken mirth and diversion
Of what originally had been refused

As the wind continues to shift
Its gentle guidance speaks of the west
To brave the crossing of this river
And lay Satine, to rest.

– Phoenix Rising –

Cremate the self
Be reborn from the ashes
Leave behind all the darkness
Leave behind the numbing pain

Rise like a phoenix
Allow the blood to flow
Embrace the fire
Which warms the soul

Breathe life into death
Allow the tears to heal
Any open wounds
That your heart may feel

Ignore the temptation
Of becoming forsaken

Embrace yourself
For you are the instrument
Of my resurrection.

– Creed –

A maven travels a sacred journey
In search of treasures untold
A seeker of knowledge
A seeker of truth
She strives –
For all that life has to hold

I have scaled the highest of mountains
I have marched through to the far sides of the Earth
I have journeyed through the darkest of valleys
In search of my most heart-felt wish
From lifetimes ago

His eyes; as deep as the deepest ocean
Caressing the soft, sun-soaked shore
His breath; as sweet and warm as the southern wind
So pure and so true
He left me yearning for more

It was midnight, in the garden of good and evil
Where I happened upon your soul
It was then –
The fires of Spring began to melt
The still bitterness, of Winter’s core

It was when you gazed into my eyes
I knew the most precious of treasure
Is made of neither silver, nor gold

I knew from the slow; smooth, star-lit strolls –
The most precious of treasure
Is the love you have
And the most precious of treasure
Is the love you hold.

Stepping Outside Of My Comfort Zone (with every fibre of my being)

This is my first attempt at blogging. I’m not entirely sure how this endeavour will turn out considering I have commitment issues with journaling, even though I am a writer and originally went to school for journalism (go figure). I don’t know about you, I’m definitely someone who should journal because it truly does help prevent one’s self from climbing and/or perching in one’s crazy tree but I seldom do – journal, that is. I tend to avoid it like STDs (or the plague).
 
There’s something very intimidating about writing on a blank page, especially for an overly self-critical perfectionist. Or maybe it’s because I talk to myself enough as it is, that writing down my thoughts is in itself redundant? 
 
It never ceases to amaze how our beautiful mind can rationalize ANYthing to avoid the truth. 
 
The truth is: I’m afraid of exposing my heart and soul. And I’m lazy. 

To be fair, I used to journal when I was a child but my secrets were invaded and were used to abuse, so I promptly stopped writing because it wasn’t safe. I used to buy elegant journals from Indigo, or other places with the intent and desire to write my unbridled thoughts, feelings and experiences but I never really did because I allowed my past to get in the way of present and future success. I have a collection of bound blank pages resting beautifully on my bookshelf; virgin, pure, innocent and unsullied from my human experience. Except for one, the one my best lady friend gave me for Christmas years ago – it’s the only book I have taken the time to write in but it took until fairly recently to build up the courage to do so. My first entry was:
  
Things To Do:
 
1. Change / take over the world
2. Laundry
3. Smell the roses

I’m an adult now and have been for some time, so I can’t project the blame towards who-shall-not-be-named for perpetuating my fear and laziness towards writing. The accountability and ownership of self-defeating tendencies falls in the owner’s lap (a.k.a. me). However, acknowledging where it began is necessary and a step in the right direction.

Simple Cognitive-Behavioural Therapy Process:

1. Identify source (from the beginning)
2. Acknowledge (intellectually and emotionally)
3. Adjust / change
4. Move forward

Let’s face it, at times, being human is the hardest thing to endure. No one effortlessly moves through life unscathed, like a ballerina performing Swan Lake at the Bolshoi Theatre. One can try to evade lessons and experiences but life will be like Bryan from ‘Taken’. Life will employ its particular set of skills, skills that make it a nightmare. Life will look for you, it will find you and it will kill your false self slowly from the inside out, in hopes you will rise like the preverbal phoenix from the ash in order to honour your true, beautiful self.

My best man friend recently said to me –

“Everyone at some point when going for their goals has a moment where they want to quit. I have, a couple of times. That’s normal, but you are one of those people, who even when they feel like giving up, won’t. That’s why I love you. I find strength in your courage, determination and pride. You are an amazing woman. I am so lucky to have you in my life. Thank you for being you…”

I mention the above because:

A.) This is an example of a good man
B.) When researching how to start a blog, one of the concepts listed – “think about how you want to help people.” 
 
I strive to make a difference every single day of my existence, in every single way. That is the point of my blog. Through my random cynical-optimism, I hope these words make you at least giggle, and feel less isolated in this beautiful mess we call life. 
 
“Together we stand, divided we fall” 
(Pink Floyd – Hey You)
 
Love Always —
 
Ps. I can’t promise I won’t unintentionally offend you at least twice – consider yourself forewarned.