Appreciating EVERY experience!

I find it a challenge to 'love' this cold weather. And was reminded by a lovely stranger that this too is here to be experienced...the reminders floated through my thoughts 'it comes to pass it doesn't come to stay' and 'how can one truly appreciate one without the other'.
So thank you lovely stranger for reminding me to be grateful and appreciative for all of my life's experiences! ....for why would I want to feel that any of this so short life was any less than amazing!

Practicing Love,
Lo

Today i am longing

I hit my head on the weekend, really hard, and it brought to the forefront my desire to come home to someone that really cares about my well being!

I've mastered the experience of 'taking care of myself'....I am ready and willing to share that with a man that wants to share that too!

'I call to you with all I am
Lover, Goddess, Friend, and meow'

Practicing Love,
Lo

Monday morning...and life is fabulous!

Stunning perfectly sunny weekend just experienced, filled with enough work to feel accomplished, and enough pleasure to feel sated and balanced!

As I write that my mind considers that I may prefer the fun and pleasure seeking over the hunt for work and sustenance? Not sure though as I do like the hunt ;-) ...being a lioness and all *big smile*.

Practicing Love,
Lo

Storm aftermath

Vancouver doesn't often get lightning and thunder mid winter! As a matter of fact we don't get it much at all, so to witness it last night was pretty darn cool!


What I do know about Vancouver weather after living here much of my life, is that after severe (I know its all relative) weather...we get sun!! Today is one of those days when I am reminded of the majesty of this geography! Snow covered peaks rising out of the ocean, reaching into the misty clouds above, the snow so low there is no 'snow line'....just perfect white & fluffy, illuminated by that most precious of sights...the sun!

We live a lot in the grey in this city, so when the sun blesses us with its presences it becomes time for celebration!

Today we celebrate!!

Love you, Vancouver!

Lo

Lovin' what Is?

This morning the thoughts started from the smells.

A homeless guy with his bag of cans walked by exiting the bus just after a someone wearing too much perfume. And I thought which one do I like least? And then I thought why do we want to cover up our smell? Which led me to why do we 'cover up' the Truth of who and how we are in the moment?

I read a FB post yesterday that was a response to another post about allowing oneself to experience grief. The post was 'breathe deeply, let go of the grief, it doesn't serve you' ... and this mornings smell 'cover up' experience prompted me to write about 'covering up' our truth.

So why think that grief doesn't serve? Why do we expect ourselves to skip past the powerful, life changing experience of grief? I know from personal experience that getting stuck in any emotion does not serve me, and I also KNOW first hand that trying to cover up what I am really feeling creates stress in my body and most often the emotion stays around much longer!

Remember the last time you were somewhere with a friend and you weren't supposed to laugh but something had tickled your funny bone and how much your body insisted that you laugh? ANY emotion suppressed creates stress in the body. And yes we can breathe ourselves into expelling the laughter as much as the grief, and its powerful practice remembering to breathe deeply! And as we are living in this human body that is continually experiencing feelings, emotional and physical, why would we want to 'hurry' through any of them?

Imagine living in a culture where you were allowed to be with your sadness and grieving because everyone knew it to be YOUR experience? I have a theory that others do not want to see our grief cause their body has residue of grief and they are afraid that seeing ours will bring theirs to the surface.

Be not afraid of what is inside you. Honour it. Be with it. Let it find it's way 'thru' you. There is a line in the bible, 'and so it came to pass'. A dear friend added to that 'it came to pass...it didn't come to stay'! Grief is letting go of what was, missing it, honouring it, loving that it was, and 'letting it pass'. And if we let it flow thru us so we are 'empty' of it, then there is room for new.  New beauty, new love, new friends, new family, new work, new joy!

Love You!

'Cant Make You Love Me'

Dear Mr. Prince and that song has often prompted in me a feeling of melancholy.  I looked at it just now on my phone and put it to play cause it's Valentines and a 'lover' is absent from my bed these days ... only to discover, as it started to play, that I'm not feeling melancholy!

I realized that the shift in my thinking/feeling is tangible, that I'm feeling so loved by All that is, that my desire for a partner/lover has lost it's 'longing' ... and is more like a setting a goal for the future that is filled with the joy of the possibilities yet to experience!What a joy moment of joyful surprise to notice me changing how I 'know' me! 
It feels like I was singing that song about me, to me, cause "I couldn't make me love me"....but now I do....an everything looks new!

Practicing Love,
Lo

My eyes have seen the beauty ...

Looking out the window of the train this morning at the view of the city with the beautiful dark green mountains in the background rising out of the mist. My eyes have witnessed such beautiful scenes wrapped up in the experiences of living.

As a young woman driving thru the Rocky mountains shining with snow in the heat of the summer; a work experience that took me to California where I met 2 amazing women who took me to see desert flowers blooming at an oasis in the desert; learning to ski and all the beauty that is a ski hill on a sunny snow perfect days; the power and serenity of an eagle eating salmon on the banks of a misty river; the eyes of a sweet beloved during the most intimate moments; the first eye contact with my babies after they left the warmth and safety of my body; the joy that young Mr Evan brings to the faces of his unca K and grandpa Reg; the look of instant recognition in the eyes of an incredible 'love at first sight' encounter; the power and gift of 'singing' through the birth experience with my daughter; the power and brilliance in a room full of women drumming; much of this lifetime witnessing these coast mountains rising out of the sea and the mist.

Life is sooooo good. I am so blessed to have seen all I have seen.  I am so grateful for the beauty yet to be experienced!

Practicing Love,
Lo