Tag: love

Aquagent

I’m impressed of how deep this new human generations can feel.

Thank you.

You are so awakened and self conscious at a age that when I compare myself to you.

… you are so much more advance.

Impressive.

I am getting to know some parts of you slowly and with tenderness. The way you regulate the speed of openness and shares it’s not only kind to yourself it teaches me a lot as well.

Just because you are -an open book with many chapters- doesn’t mean that it’s an easy read or a book that is unattended.

Seems that, life has given you lots of experiences and opportunities for growth and perhaps you are still processing and sorting feelings and emotions. I don’t know.

Your ways to process, for what I can see, are there. That’s enough.

Not a lot of people work through this.

Involving yourself with movement, friends physical activities, music, books and arts are some of the best tools you could use to navigate but not escaping from pain or emotional difficulties; it’s truly audacious!

Like the song says: you are the Capitán and not the sailor of your life 🙌.

They said we are just simply mirrors of each other.

I love the mirror I found on you.

Even though I’m less than half your height and weight; I do feel that if I was a man I will probably feel and look your size!

You are doing a great job living and exploring life.

💗

GLOW

My Soup of letters has a lot of misspellings

Nevertheless

Words

Forms of expression that

I can vessel out with some form of English language, mix with the others I understand.

I

Has its own way of navigating through, from and above my

heart.

Without he I have art.. me.

How lovely…without the “lie”

I get love.

Level up

or continue up to learn in spirals.

Gets frustrating if you are looking for transcendence.

To pass

To thrive, with the ocasional circling around.

Yet

Soulfully aware.

Love

Love is reason enough to continue,

It’s romantic enough to get the chills all over my skin and remind me of how my every pore counts and deserves to feel it.

Love comes with adventures. Flavors and experiences.

To know love is to know pain disappointment and hardship.

To stand back up and continue to.. love. Not by replacing myself with changes or looking for approval in others but by growing my consciousness, my practices, my own love.

My imaginary friend

My one good friend

The way you hold my hand through places I haven’t walked before activates some sort of safety.

Thank you.

My good good friend,

The way you receive me when my heart crashes it’s lovely, tender, quiet, timeless…

Friend,

The way you receive me when I’m in ecstasy, it’s a salvage childish current of joy that other people can’t help but to add on to the flow when we display it in public.

It’s just as memorable when it’s just the two of us.

My good friend…

Inca Elixir

I tasted the roots of the Incas; 1000s of days and nights have crowned the Inca’s bodies and now mine.

We have walked by this herbs that cured villages from the mildest of the cold’s to spiritual healing, this mix of carefully distilled roots it’s a master sacred beverage for me.

The color was just like earthy water. Mud. Redish and dark brown, simple yet specific ingredients.

The moment this earth liquid entered my body, my soul and the spirit of my body greeted each other with a tremendous amount of love that tears of awe came out. It was so familiar and safe to be reunited, like if they where waiting for this moment to happen from many days and nights.

It moved me so much, I thought that I had tasted the flavor of connection.

The memory of the taste gifted me an experience in Perú that it’s embalmed with me, like the scars of my lovely body.

Waiting for it to bake.

I remembered the way I felt when I sat in front of the oven waiting for that “perfectly” cooked Vegan Cinnamon 1/2Sugar Babka bread..

The smell helped my hope of- “This one! Will turn out BETTER than the past one” feeling.

Now,

I’m doing it with a different recipe; the smell helps me with the hope of “ yessssss! Fresh ingredients!! I wonder what kind of kiss on my palate bread, I’m going to get this time! Thank you

The winds of March

They brush my skin and swirl my long hair to every direction.

Poppy flowers adorned my heart

Fuchsia buganvillas enhanced the day with their intense colors.

The sound of the harp enchanting my soul.

The winds of march constantly playing around gifting me smiles.

The winds of march are constant, even when my mood and the flowers are different.

The elements don’t die.

They are elemental.

My salad

I love that I am reliable

I love that I am… almost always “accidentally” almos purposely. 1hr early; I really truly! don’t mind waiting and exploring maybe around, while I get familiar with; what ever it is.

I love that I am extremely courageous and attuned organically with my emotions.

I love that I can find ways to continue. Chiseling and polishing the master piece of this lifetime, directed by me. . Me.

I love that I am a earthly Goddess! The taste of pre-Hispanic fermented roots to the stars up above us, the breathtaking mountains and volcanos to the amazing volcanic eruptions and weather geysers

All of this is within me.

I love my part, my fractal dressing on this salad.