What do You Want?

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When we want to achieve something, when we have something that needs to be done, what we’re doing is focusing our energy to accomplish said task.

So my question is:

What do you REALLY want out of this Life?

What are you focusing your energy on?

Does it make your heart sing?

Does it make your soul fly?

Does it make you want to cry out of sheer joy?

Are you living or surviving?

What can you do about it?

If there were no limitations, no “ifs” or “buts” or “maybes…”

No fear.

If failure wasn’t an option… what would you seek out of life?

You want to know what I want?

Are you ready to hear this?

Are you ready to give me what I need?

Because I want You.

I want to see you succeed.

I want to hear your dreams.

I want to help make them come true.

I want to love and be loved.

Without conditions, without boundaries,

Without words, without fears.

I want to abolish currency.

I want to pay for my muffin with love.

I want our hearts to be treated as celebrities,

Rolling out the red carpet whenever you catch a glimpse of it.

I want to have the liberty to not do things just for the money.

I want to live free of fear. In all its forms and masks.

Self-doubt, procrastination, caution, get lost.

I want the mountains closer to me.

I want rivers.

I want trees.

I want kisses that end wars.

I want to share my point of view with whomever is willing to listen.

I want to give you my eyes, so you can finally see how beautiful you really are to me.

I want a family. I want babies.

I want my soulmate to give me another chance.

Just one more.

I want to live forever.

I want to be remembered for who I am.

I want to be an example of vulnerability.

I want to get it all out on paper.

I can’t die with things still inside of me.

I want clarity.

I want yoga.

I want 4 a.m. meditations back.

I want to find my purpose.

I want closeness,

With every human being.

I want to play my part

In this vast Universe.

I want to make the most

Of this body

My soul has chosen to inhabit.

And of this soul,

That my body has awoken to.

I want simplicity.

Optimism.

Lightness.

Beauty.

I want a revolution.

I want to break the mold.

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Romantic Stories

callingonangels:

I have recently had the pleasure of discovering Nicole and her amazing blog.

I am compelled to share this post because I couldn’t have said it any better if I tried.

As you know, I am a defender of Love. In all its forms.

I’ve given your heartstrings a tug, I’ve spoken of Unconditional love, of Universal love, Connected love,  Body love and Self-love.

I’ve asked you to question who you give your love to, I’ve even shared my intrinsic relationship with my own beating heart.

Now I want to share with you a take on a different kind of love.

Fierce. Uncensored. Instinctual. Revolutionary… Love.

Originally posted on finding gold dust:

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I’m no longer interested in romantic stories
how who completed who
or how one is lost without the other
the give and take
the “are you mad?” make up fights
the melting and disappearance
of one into another

I’m no longer interested in romantic stories
give me ones about fierce self-love
about the ways you found yourself
or built yourself or uncovered yourself
give me adventures
in the unknown territory
of being human
give me nightmares
by the depth of your pain
and humiliations
give me joy in your victory
over the doubts and failures
of the you you didn’t want to be

just give me
honest
all of yourself
the story of how you come to be
sitting next to me
I don’t want to keep it
just a glimpse of you
complete

write down
the tumultuous tale
of how you and your fears
made friends
and how you…

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don’t forget: you are human

callingonangels:

I’m falling in love with these Treasure Finds.

A profound revelation/remembrance on what it means to be Human <3

Originally posted on Conversations with a Human Heart.:

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I see you now.

Fear camouflaged by counterfeit extroversion.

I see you.

You can’t see me, as I’m years into your future; in fact, you can’t see much more than this, your neon present cluttered with empty beer bottles and cigarette ash. You can’t see past instant gratification. You can’t see past the terrible way your heart feels when you’re alone.

I’m going to speak to you and hope you hear me; not just the words, not just the sentences. I hope you honestly, truly, fearlessly hear me.

Remember this, child: you are human.

You are human, which requires you to have a past.

There are millions of pasts out there, floating around in the universe, but no other past is your past. So however unfair, however burdensome, however slippery it may feel, this past is yours to care for; you must honor it as such.

Memories will bubble up, child. One day, amidst…

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Have you met Vidal?

I am going to be real with you. I sometimes go into a deep existential crisis when I think about the future of humanity. When I think about the world that I must grow old in, the world in which the children I will one day give birth to have to grow up in. What kind of world will that be?

My optimism allows me to hope for the best. When I see the youth of today, I think of myself and remember that most things are just a phase and we need to go through certain life experiences in order to grow and expand our consciousness. However, this new generation has an obsession with technology. Striving to create virtual connections yet failing somewhere along the line to nourish and value true connections, emotions, people.

A lot of what is needed currently in the world are more of us being present in the moment. Absolutely present. Mind, body and soul connected to the action.

 However, I know for a fact that not all adolescents are the same. No human being is like any other. We are each unique in our experiences, our thoughts and our beliefs.

I put a lot of faith in the youth. I believe we are underestimating their power. I believe a ten year old has infinite potential within him yet he doesn’t have the space to express it.

That’s why I’m always moved when I read stories about very young children making a difference, whether at home, in school, for their community or their country.

It shows a powerful soul knowing its purpose and overcoming any adversity.

You might have met this young man already but if you haven’t, I want to make sure you do.

Meet 13-year-old Vidal Chastanet from Brownsville, Brooklyn. He had a chance encounter with Brandon Stanton, creator of the popular website Humans of New York.

Brandon took Vidal’s photo, and asked the teen who the most influential person in his life was; Vidal replied it was his Principal, Nadia Lopez, at Mott Hall Bridges Academy. The interaction went viral in this touching photograph.

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Curious Brandon just had to meet this amazing principal.

It turns out that Ms. Lopez was in the middle of raising money to send her students on a trip to Harvard, a college she wanted them to have in the forefront of their minds. Soon thereafter, Brandon found himself joining the cause, helping to raise over $700,000 for the trip in just four days.

“Nadia’s unbelievable,” Brandon tells Ellen’s Good News.

“She’s like a movie character, she just cares so much and she’s tough. It’s what you need in this area. She’s tough and she’s unbelievably committed and ambitious, but ambitious on part of the kids. She could have been CEO of a Fortune 500 company, but decided to be principal in one of toughest neighborhoods in Brooklyn.”

Because they’ve raised so much money – their original goal was only $100,000 – the entire school will be visiting Harvard, and subsequently, the sixth-grade class will be able to go for the next ten years. Additionally, they will be able to establish a summer program to run for the next 10 years, as well as a scholarship fund named in Vidal’s honor.

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“When people tell you they’re from Brownsville they get cringes. There’s a sense of hopelessness. I want these kids to know that there are no limits or boundaries to where they can go… I also want those institutions to see the impact they can have on those children’s lives.” says Nadia. She is making a huge impact on her students. She started the school in 2010 as a way to change the narrative of the neighborhood, and to empower students to believe they are more than their surroundings. Vidal says he began school with a “short temper” and often got in trouble, but Nadia changed his attitude.

“If you’re from Brownsville, they don’t expect you to be much in life,” he says. “They don’t expect you to have a quality education, they don’t expect you to know what you’re doing. They expect you to fail. They don’t want you to become anything that you want to be… I realized that if I want to be anything in life, as Ms. Lopez said, I have to learn how to be better. It doesn’t matter about the past and present, you must focus on the future. Your future is what you set it to be in your mind.”

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The most recent post shows Ms. Lopez at an assembly on Monday where Ms. Lopez explained the fundraiser to the entire student body. Most of the students had already heard bits and pieces about what’s been going on, but Ms. Lopez projected the blog onto a screen and walked through the entire story. She began with Vidal’s original post and ended with the final tally raised thus far. ($707,000 at the time. over a million now!)

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“I have something to admit to all of you. Before all of this happened, I was about to give up. I was broken. I felt like typing my resignation. I told my mother: ‘Mom, I don’t think I can do it anymore. Because I don’t think my scholars care. And I don’t think they believe in themselves enough to care. I’m afraid they don’t think they’re good enough.’ And she told me to pray on it. But I told her, ‘I might be too angry to pray.’ And I know this is hard to believe, because you guys have never seen me break. But I was broken. It’s just like when you see your mom break down. You only see your mom cry when she’s been fighting so hard for you and she doesn’t think you care. That’s how I felt. But then a couple nights later I was with my daughter at a Broadway show, and we were waiting for the show to start, and I started to get all these text messages from my teachers and former students. And then I saw Vidal’s face pop up on my screen. And my first thought was that something bad had happened. Because that’s normally the case around here when someone’s photo shows up unexpectedly. And the moment I realized that Vidal had said something nice about me, the usher came over and made me turn off my phone. When intermission came, my daughter said: ‘Mom, we’ve got to find out what’s happening.’ So we went and sat in the car. And I read what Vidal said, and I began to read the comments. And tears started coming down my face. Because even though I always tell you that you matter, up until that moment, I didn’t feel like I mattered.”

This is love. Care. Inspiration. Kindness. Solidarity. Hope.

This is Humanity.

That’s why it touches us all.

PS – There are still 7 days left to donate! If you’re interested in reading more about the cause or adding your little grain of salt, click here.

PS 2 – Aren’t you glad you met Vidal? :)

Familiar Strangers…

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“I feel very strongly that I’m surrounded by other realities.” —Ingmar Bergman

I have this theory about strangers. My theory is this: No one is really a stranger.

When we don’t recognize a person, we tend to label them as strangers. When we get on the bus or the plane or the train, we tend to believe that we are surrounded by “strangers”, but this is so far from the truth. Have you ever felt attracted by a stranger? Has a stranger ever felt attracted by you? How do you describe that? What does it mean in the vastness of things?

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I believe we are all connected. Connected by an undercurrent of energy. We are all souls, we all come from the same source. We all knew each other once. In fact, we still do. No encounter is random, nothing is by chance. I have this strong feeling that the girl I’m noticing outside of my peripheral vision is not a coincidence, neither is the magnetism. I want to go up to her and say something, but what? After all, I’m just a stranger. But there’s something in her eyes, in her demeanor, in the way she slants her back against the wall and rubs her wrists that tells me to approach her. I just met this girl five seconds ago on the metro. I don’t know a thing about her, yet I know her. I feel her. I sense her… but for the life of me I can’t gather up the courage to talk to her because… what if this is all in my head? What if her supposed sadness is nothing but a projection? What if she really is… just a stranger?

“My theory is – we don’t really go that far into other people, even when we think we do. We hardly ever go in and bring them out. We just stand at the jaws of the cave, and strike a match, and ask quickly if anybody’s there.” —Martin Louis Amis

This happens to me at least ten times a day. I feel like I’m missing out on connections. On friends. On stories. On people. On growth. On discovery.

Every day I find myself so close but so far from another soul.

She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.”
― Haruki Murakami

Maybe I am focusing too much on the superficial. Maybe we were never meant to interact. Maybe we were always meant to remain flooded by a pool of strangers. Maybe no matter how much we try, we can never ever really get to know a person. Maybe the next time we meet a stranger, we can just smile and continue on our way.

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I try to do subtle service for these souls. I have warm and well wishes for them. I try to find a way to honor my connection without breaking the balance because i think considering a person a stranger is a distance we create. The moment you meet someone, we close off the distance that separates us. Have you ever noticed how you can meet someone today and all of a sudden you recognize them on the street? You might’ve never noticed them before. So, in a lot of ways, the distance is necessary and healthy.

Think of a celebrity. Do you think a celebrity knows all their fans by name? It’s not because they don’t want to, it’s just because we can’t. We can’t know everybody. Not in that way. Not in the way we know our mother, our brother or our lover.

But we can connect with them. All we need is to use our minds. To send a gracious, kind, powerful and positive thought their way. That is our undying well of wishes.

I wrote a poem when I was 15 I think and it had to do with this topic. I don’t remember it well but there’s a line a wrote that I always remember from time to time. It said:

I sprinkled my heart across the sea, now everybody has a little piece of me.

It’s true that this modern technology world is disconnecting us (I encourage you to watch the video in the link). It’s true that everyone sticks their headphones on and shut the world out. Crowded areas like airport terminals, subway stations and bank lines are the loneliest places to be… because you are surrounded by humans but practically invisible to them.

Is this the world we want to live in? Is this the future we envision? 

What can you do today to create a change?

To live in a more connected, compassionate, loving, caring, aligned and centered world?

MLK

PS – Happy Belated MLK Day (he should be constantly celebrated so that’s what I do)

how i do grief, and my serious mad girl crush on Jeanette LeBlanc

callingonangels:

This touched little pieces of me. Pieces I have tucked away out of sight and out of reach. Pieces that came out as I read this piece and pieces that are now splattered over my carpet floor asking me “How do we get back up?” You see, because in an attempt to “seem okay” we tend to cover up our scars, hide our emotions and put on those life proof masks I’ve been talking about… But here you have it, be witness to the courageous, the brave, the raw and the gorgeous soul that is Melissa Dodson as she describes how one of my favorite writers (I also have a serious mad girl crush on Jeanette) helped her face her grief and get back up… This is the beauty that stems from vulnerability, from honesty, from truth.

Grief. Pain. Disillusion. Disappointment. These are a part of Life. We all go through it at some point in time. But how do we survive? With Grace. With Compassion. With Gratitude for the Experience. With Kindness and with our Tribe… With gorgeous and gentle kindred spirits to learn from, lean on, laugh with, cry with, they are there with us for the falling apart and they celebrate us as we rise again. Here’s to breakdowns and breakthroughs.

Originally posted on Breathe in. Breathe out. Live.:

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I have a little grief gremlin in my head, he moved in at 3am PST on March 25, 2014….he took up residence while my mama was taking her last breath here on this earth and my heart cracked wide open and a huge gaping hole knocked my world off it’s axis.

My little grief gremlin was sitting on my shoulder this morning as I was about to read a blogpost by Jeanette LeBlanc of {peace.love.free}. Her blog is one of my favorites. I absolutely love Jeanette LeBlanc. Like, serious mad girl crush LOVE her. She and her blog were one of my inspirations for starting my own blog. And I always like/love/am inspired by pretty much anything she posts/writes/breathes. Today she re-posted an article called ‘115 ways to heal your own broken open heart, self care for the times you need it most’. (http://www.peacelovefree.com/2013/10/10/self-care/)

I read it, because I always read her…

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How to Change the World!

We are all praying, crying or begging for change. We all wish for “A Better World” There is so much pain in the world. I cannot pretend to be deaf, blind or dumb to it. Everyday I witness more and more people protesting injustice, hurting, bleeding, numb, lost, confused, resigned, resentful and caged. From police violence to racism, from virus diseases to lost aircrafts to suicides. But I also can’t help but see the good too. From Michael Franti’s song to Kindness blogs, upworthy news, inspiring stories, inspiring ideas, inspiring people, amazing people doing amazing things. I’ve said this before. If you really look, depending on the vision you have, you will see: There is Inspiration Everywhere The issue again is: Consciousness. It is a deep yearning of the soul to live in harmony and enjoy a peaceful world overcoming fears that separate us. Spirituality teaches us that we are actors in the stage of Life and that the masks that we use to relate to and interact with others are not our true identity. The true self is behind those masks, the spark of light that animates the body we inhabit. What the world needs is a SHIFT. A shift in mindset, in attitude, in vision.

So how do we create a change? By BEING the Change.

We all know HOW to be Good. Kind. Loving. Honest. Happy. Beautiful. Friendly. Peaceful. Supportive. Cooperative. Generous. Caring… but how many of us put it into practice?

May 2015 be your time to make a leap of courage, from material consciousness to spiritual awareness. That eternal leap from your masks to that spark of light: the great journey to our original nature. From spiritual consciousness, a friendly and respectful coexistence emerges naturally and change becomes a reality. We celebrate the conscious choice that drives us to the eternal beauty of the simple things, enjoying the grace of each moment. Congratulations to you, you gorgeous soul for this wondrous journey you’re on and thank you for joining me along the way. I wish nothing but the best for you in 2015. Make it your best one yet. 2015

Happy New Year!!!!!

PS – OMG! I just got my annual report in the mail, and you guys just BLOW MY MIND! Literally, I never expected this blog to be anything more than a corner of the Universe for me to rest my thoughts. The fact that it’s connecting with you beautiful souls means the world to me. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for being YOU. For searching, for seeking, for looking, for improving, for learning, for sharing… Infinite Thanks my WP Family. 

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