This morning's journal entry began with a response to a question posed by the magical Joanna Green, "what does spirituality or being spiritual mean to you"?
Human Reflects
To be spiritual is to care. It is to be aware of the consequences of your actions, your thoughts, your words, on many levels of truth. It is the scientific hypothesis, the educated guess in the dark. And then, it is forgetting. Forgetting what you've learned about yourself, about the world. Because the world is born fresh every day, in every moment.
Spirituality is stillness. We must be still in order to feel the subtleness of life, the gentle whispers of familiarity between Us and All Things.
Spirituality is curiosity. The curious have supple minds and magnetic hearts. They are full of hope and determination, willing to turn their backs to the known, vulnerable and unprotected, for the chance to discover something new.
James in 2008. Toddlers are masters of curiosity.
My Body Speaks - Energy Orgasm
Time to switch gears. These musings on spirituality are not flowing through me in the way that satisfies my craving for expression. Sometimes I want to feel the river rushing past my ankles, feel my jaw water as my face dissolves into the wind. I want to use my mouth and tongue in ways I never have before. They are aching to feel a geometry, a vibration I've not yet learned to pull through.
I want my face to become a percussion set. I want to be fed by the pulse of my heart, its' green and gold glow feeding and pushing the blue wildness of my percussion face.
Then, I want my center of power, my solar plexus, belly, and the top of my hips to rock and sway, moved by the red coil at the base of my spine. I want to feel the center of the earth, magnetically connected to my body. That hot white light traveling up, toward my bare feet. I want to feel it wrap around my legs, pushing up mercilessly into the base of my spine.
I want to feel my hands move involuntarily. I want to feel their magic, feel them touching, melting, rearranging the world. I want to feel my heart pour through my hands, to give a body the pure ecstasy of loving touch.
I want to create a container of silver white love, an impenetrable fortress of fertile emptiness, where the tension of separation reconfigures itself into perfect magnetic alignment.
Ohhhh, I can feel the orgasm building, pulsing from deep within my genitals, rising up into the belly. My heart is full, drawing love's current down through the top of my head, stretching the heart's chambers. This pressure meets the rush from below, exploding into a blinding ecstasy, rocking and rolling my body, back and forth in waves. ~*~*~*~*~*~
Coming down, I settle gently into a cross legged seat on the ground. Hands outstretched, palms facing upward, I turn my attention to the All, allowing Love's Current to join Us in a gentle chorus of AUM.
