I’ll be honest, I don’t know much about you, but I know that your need to create images of and with words has forever influenced the building philosophy through which I am learning to thrive.
I remember being in the front room of my old house, in my purple oversized t-shirt, and staring at the ceiling from our shiny new bunk bed. I asked Papa to read Where the Wild Things Are to us on my first night sleeping closer to the stars. I recall thinking that I wanted to dream a little bigger that night. I pulled my cream-colored crochet blanket up to my chest and I thought in my 5-year-old mind,
I want to be a wild thing.
I knew then that a wild thing could not be tamed, a wild thing cannot be kept inside, a wild thing will not be silenced or stopped, and that a wild thing can never be fully captured. I know now that a wild thing must simply be.
So mahalo and aloha a hui hou to you Mr. Sendak.
To your raw and honest art, to your simple yet complex creativity.
I’ll honor your life by forever being a free and wild thing.
Sensuality does not wear a watch but she always gets to the essential places on time. She is adventurous and not particularly quiet. She was reprimanded in grade school because she couldn’t sit still all day long. She needs to move. She thinks with her body. Even when she goes to the library to read Emily Dickinson or Emily Bronte, she starts reading out loud and swaying with the words, and before she can figure out what is happening, she is asked to leave. As you might expect, she is a disaster at office jobs.
Sensuality has exquisite skin and she appreciates it in others as well. There are other people whose skin is soft and clear and healthy but something about Sensuality’s skin announces that she is alive. When the sun bursts forth in May, Sensuality likes to take off her shirt and feel the sweet warmth of the sun’s rays brush across her shoulder. This is not intended as a provocative gesture but other people are, as usual, upset. Sensuality does not understand why everyone else is so disturbed by her. As a young girl, she was often scolded for going barefoot.
Sensuality likes to make love at the border where time and space change places. When she is considering a potential lover, she takes him to the ocean and watches. Does he dance with the waves? Does he tell her about the time he slept on the beach when he was seventeen and woke up in the middle of the night to look at the moon? Does he laugh and cry and notice how big the sky is?
It is spring now, and Sensuality is very much in love these days. Her new friend is very sweet. Climbing into bed the first time, he confessed he was a little intimidated about making love with her. Sensuality just laughed and said,‘But we’ve been making love for days.’
“People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering.”—St. Augustine
There are those songs in life that you hear in this undefinable place where events and emotions combine, where self and song coincide, and they take you on a journey (for lack of a better word here) to a particular time…no, to a particular feeling in time.
When these songs hit you, their vibrations travel through your senses firing neurons and sending messages which, within seconds, force you to stop everything, sing all the words (‘cause of course you know every word) and allow the song to take over as it begs you to feel every last ounce of everything there is to feel.
And when that happens, no matter how much it aches or the opposite, you have to marvel at the phenomenal magic (for lack of a better word here) of music and the mastery of the artist with the ability to unknowingly awaken emotion, inspiration, and new information within you.
A big mahalo nui loa to Lauryn Hill for creating this one, for being so real with it, for having the most incredible voice, and for singing songs that touch the deepest part of our souls.
The fact is that they’re there, they’re a part of me, and in order to learn to love me, I had to learn to love them too.
They’re not ugly if I feel beautiful, and I feel beautiful when I’m happy. My happiness isn’t determined by some patterns on my skin that reveal how I have grown. My happiness is determined by far greater things, so I don’t waste energy hating something that is part of me, it is much easier to love.
Let others vibrate as they vibrate and want the best for them. Never mind how they are flowing to you. You concentrate on how you are flowing. Because one who is connected to the Energy Stream is more powerful, more influential than a million who are not. via orangemoon