On Teeth

On Teeth
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Teeth.
For such a small fraction of our being they sure get a lot of our attention.
If only we gave the rest of ourselves as much care.
When was the last time you dedicated two minutes to clearing out the foreign junk that’s collected in your head?
Or took a pause to polish off the smudge of another’s hands on your heart?
Every morning? probably not.
Everyone and her mother shells out 5k to tweak and polish and strap those pearly ducks in a row.
Hours and dollars and aching agreement that in a mere 18 months we will be a professional and desirable podium, amplifying the twisted language we haven’t invested so much to arrange.
But then again, isn’t it strange,
That one glance at my crooked grin might bar a mate from knowing the very thoughts and heart’s tender space I’ve decided more worthy of my cultivation?
That I may never have the place to offer an explanation of all the winding paths and joyful glasses of Cabernet that have come to stain these faithful soldiers of mine?
This smile is proudly worn and beaten, standing guard.
Serving a larger purpose than a pretty presentation.
Man the gate.
Release my word with thoughtful regard.
Hold my tongue when my spite gets the best of me.
These I deem worthy of celebration more than just a tidy smile.
So while I’m giving my deck its morning scrub, I will tug on my heart’s strings to remind her that she is alive and well.
And I will name ten beautiful things more worthy of ten minutes than fixing these teeth of mine.
Because I believe
It’s the art within the frame
That is truly worth smiling about.

When You Fall in Love

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WHEN YOU FALL IN LOVE 
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when you fall in love
it will be as a
symphony of wildflowers
some unfolding
one by one
while others spring alive
as soon as the sun
kisses their lips
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when you fall in love
it will be as a
river sings its rhythm
sad-songed and sweet
like bourbon swilled
in crystalline
a current of courage
a movement unseen
 ~
when you fall in love
it will be as the
earth—unbreakable
knowing season
after sunrise
after storm
another day born
another day
 ~
you are that symphony
you are that blues man
sitting on the stool
in a sunlight spotlight
knowing when the
moment’s right
all to do is
let go and
let your heart
sing you through
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because
when you fall in love
all the world will fall quiet
to hear you

The Conversational Nature of Reality

David Whyte brings a tactile sense of magic to the ordinary in his beautiful piece, “The Conversational Nature of Reality.” Through his words, we find the richness and depth we may not have noticed in the small things we engage with on a daily basis. On some level, everything is in an intimate relationship with us. We have the choice to decide if it’s loving, critical, celebratory, or entirely absent.

Myself? I choose to be in love with Life—everything in it—and in doing so, my heart opens to receive the unconditional, quiet love it returns.

I encourage you to read these delightful words and try, even just for today, to bring love and friendliness to the simple things in your world. You might be surprised how they meet you.

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The Conversational Nature of Reality

by David Whyte

Your great mistake

is to act the drama as if you were alone.

As if life were a progressive and cunning crime

with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions.

To feel abandoned is to deny

the intimacy of your surroundings.

Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array;

the swelling presence, and the chorus,

crowding out your solo voice.

You must note the way the soap dish enables you,

or the window latch grants you freedom.

Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.

The stairs are your mentor of things to come,

the doors have always been there

to frighten you and invite you,

and the tiny speaker in the phone

is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness

and ease into the conversation.

The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink,

the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness

and seen the good in you at last.

All the birds and creatures of the world

are unutterably themselves.

Everything is waiting for you.

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In Soul, Danielle

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Why we Willingly Carry our Burdens Around

I’ve noticed how often myself and those around me convince ourselves that carrying burdens is worth the weight (and the wait).

It’s as if we’ve accepted that feeling weighed down by life is just a “part of the deal.” We’ll feel light and good when we get the promotion, when the kids are out of the house, when we retire—there is always another mile marker before we get to rest and enjoy.

Is it ever worth it? And what are we carrying anyway?

Most often, it’s the people, places, things, and parts of ourselves that we feel like we couldn’t possibly live without. And I say this quite literally. I’m talking about the things that, when even entertaining the thought of letting them go, we’re met with so much fear that we feel like we’re actually facing death.

These “things” are what we build our sense of safety around—most often our primary relationships (partners, spouses, parents, best friends), our homes, source of income, and material belongings. But sometimes they can be aspects of our identity that we believe are necessary to protect ourselves—strength, independence, likability, privacy, intelligence—anything we’ve deemed “good enough” to catch us when the proverbial sh*t hits the fan.

We hold onto these things for dear life because we don’t trust that we’ll be supported if we let go. We don’t trust life, and we don’t trust ourselves. Without this trust, our very livelihood feels threatened—basically all the time.

I, like all humans, have had my own flavor of vices and crutches to maintain a sense of control in this wild world. Some are a little more trivial, like how keeping a perfectly decorated apartment made my historically missing sense of “home” feel a little closer. But others have embedded into the web of my psyche much more complexly, particularly in the realm of relationships.

Over the past several months, I’ve been learning to see relationships through a new lens. I’m speaking up more, spending more time alone, and letting go of people who I realized weren’t unconditionally supportive of my growth, my well-being, or my loving requests for healthy boundaries. On one particular occasion, with my mouse hovering over the “send” key on a goodbye letter I cried my way through writing, I felt like my heart was breaking beyond revival or repair.

This very real reaction is so extreme because it is, in fact, a death. But the really messed up thing is that it isn’t ours—it’s our ego’s. When we face ourselves with courage and challenge ourselves to let go of everything we’re attached to—everything we’ve told ourselves we “need” to be safe and happy—our ego panics because it knows it cannot survive the sword of truth. The truth that we already are enough, are lovable, and have everything we need for a comfortable, happy life.

From the other side of countless experiences like these, I can tell you it’s always worth it to push through this temporary pain. The weight of living under the thumb of fear (of loss, of losing control, of being alone) is a burden we need not bear any longer. Because what lays on the other side is an incomparable freedom. An unspeakably beautiful lightness. To the mind, it makes no sense, but the rising peace in the heart needs not ask questions.

What’s right for us will always make us feel lighter. What’s right for us is always in support of our freedom and peace. Unconditionally. That’s why, even through the tears of grief, we feel an underlying sense of relief when we let go of something or someone out of alignment. And we are all deserving of this feeling.

If you’re reading this and the stir of anxiety is tousling in your tummy, or the quiet voice in the back your mind is nudging you about a certain someone, job, or whatever it may be—you know what it is, and I know that you can do it. You can let go.

Trust in your deepest inner-knowing so you can live a little lighter.

You already have everything you need.

In Soul, Danielle

(This post was originally published on Elephant Journal)

Bullshit an Intuit

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BULLSHIT AN INTUIT

you can’t bullshit an intuit

she sees the desire in your smile

hears the truth in your sugar-coated lies

feels the ripple of your mood in a room

her ears ring when you’re only thinking of her

the corners of your mouth say more

than a dictionary of words, and she is fluent

a mortal translator turning your

stuttering slur into poetry

will you even pause to hear it?

she may tell your story before you do

you see, this woman feels you—knows you

she will bask in the glow of your love

or storm the gates of your iron will

so when you turn to reach

for the familiar deceit

retreat, quit

she’s an intuit