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What is it about? The Soul. Perhaps the even better question is what is soul? Now that’s quite the question that many have tried to answer before. I feel the best answer is that we know what it’s not. It’s not the same as our heart or brain or cells. It’s nonphysical and yet dwells within each of us.
You may wonder, “can it help me in my modern bustling life? Will it make me money? Will it truly guide? Can I trust it? How do I know it’s soul and not some nefarious force wanting to take me down?”
What if I told you, “who the eff knows?” But stick with me and I’ll share my beliefs, my journey, and why I came to believe an authentic practice connecting in will help you flourish in life.
It’s a connection we’ve each had since the beginning of our unique lifetime. And as our species evolved so, too, has our ability to understand it better.
Gone are the sky gods-those who rule with storms and retribution. They’ve been replaced with meteorology tandem to the knowing we’re responsible for our own actions. The actions of the cosmos can be understood and somewhat explained, yet we still don’t collectively understand how it all fits together.
Perhaps that’s the point.
Perhaps that mystery drives our curiosity and imagination to know ourselves and cosmic expression as soul.
Not knowing it all fully applies to soul, too. For what else keeps us seeking, open and humbly allowing its flow to unfold as we each live delight into the life we’ve wanted to live. Finally.
What that life looks like may differ from what you thought you wanted until you lived into what you needed; what wanted to live through you- a beautiful rich inner life flowing through you. Your GLOWmind connected in wholeness with your mind and consciousness.
In SoulDipped I take you on my journey from the moment my mind cracked open and I began connecting with my soul, up until now. It was a simple act finally sitting down to write the story that wanted to be told, Glow. It took a few nudges from the universe before I paid attention. Once I did, I found myself much like Alice in Wonderland as I followed soul down the rabbit hole, abandoning how I thought reality worked, for the renewed eyes of wonder and body of hope.
It wasn’t always easy, following this path. My old self would question almost daily why I took my life and upended it. But the truth is that when I sat down to write I touched on such a deep truth within me, my life ripped in consequence.
That was about 10 years ago, I’m on the final stretch finishing that novel. While it doesn’t have to take a decade to write a book, writing the book was part of my becoming. Becoming the woman I was meant to be, the writer I never knew I wanted to be and the mystic who sees through to where the magic meets mundane.
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I remember the moment I felt him. I was by the mirror in the front of the gym with my weights and pad ready to get in a sweat session sans my new trainer who was out for surgery. He, Mr. Man, was over by “the contraption”, or at least that’s what I called it. I never understood how to maneuver the various clips and arms to make any meaningful exercises. He was mid renegade row. So, coincidentally, was I. We faced each other and our eyes met. Damn, I thought. I’ve been sighted. But more than that, I felt the nudge. Him? I asked. My intuition said yes.
I started going to Knot Springs to finally get my butt in gear. I started running about 4 years prior and while I made strides, pun intended, I always seemed to get hurt. Turns out I had weak glutes and don’t activated them properly. Hence the issues. My trainers focused on my glutes. Yes, there is nothing better than two attractive (read: smokin’) trainers in their twenties staring at my 40 something ass, intently, ensuring I engage proper mechanics. I wasn’t there to meet anyone. I wore a sweatband as I’d be sopping after an hour of whatever my trainer’s dreamed up. One was particularly good at getting right to where it hurt…so good.
Needless to say, the few other times Mr. Man popped up, I averted my eyes. I didn’t want him to engage. Why? Well, sit tight and I’ll fill you in.
Rumi said that “your task isn’t to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
In short, whatever that man stirred in me was something I wasn’t ready for. I said I wanted love back then, except I kept my sights pointed at another man in the gym. Someone who wasn’t available to me which only activated my unavailable-but-I’m-going-to-try-anyway-meter. I’m sure a few of you have ’em too. You go for not available because you’re not really ready yourself. In some cases, not available even activates your attachment type and your locked in a dance that isn’t a true connection but a mess of wrong signals.
As Rumi stated, I still had barriers to love within myself. And I did. Only I didn’t realize how much I was using them to keep me at arms length from romance and passion, the very things I’ve said I’ve been seeking for years now.
I kept seeing Mr. Man at the gym and while I felt the nudge, I shushed it. I pushed it down and kept on moving. It didn’t have anything to do with him. It was all me. I had enclosed my heart in an iron cocoon and while I’d made efforts and cracked that baby open with the men before, this last nudge, well it was a final push I needed… only it wouldn’t come for months.
Back to the gym, one day my two trainers and he were in the gym with me. Yay me! Actually, I’m not complaining as they’re each amazing men. One has become a friend and the other I’ll always remember fondly as he helped me get comfortable in the gym. And Mr. Man? I finally said hello. Actually, I’m not sure I said that but I noticed his tattoo. It was an Enso. I’d seen it before during deep dive into all things spiritual. I couldn’t remember the name or the exact placement but still, it piqued my curiosity enough that I looked at him and asked, “is that tattoo for Wabi Sabi?”
Mr. Man looked at his tattoo and then over at me, “kind of.” My trainer friend said, “that means no,” chuckling. If I didn’t adore my friend I would’ve smacked him.
“Actually,” said Mr. Man, “it’s a symbol for Zen Buddhism and relates to imperfect nature of the universe which is a Wabi Sabi philosophy.” I smiled at my trainer friend, not smugly but so he knew that while I’m an airhead in the gym, I do know things.
“I like that.” I responded then finished my warm-up. I knew it was going to be a tough workout session and needed to get my head back in the game I didn’t see Mr. Man for a few more days.
It was a Saturday and snowing in Portland, Oregon. I made the trek into the gym since it was predicted to melt by the time I’d be going home. I bought my favorite nut milk latte before my training session and took a few pics of the beautiful snow-flakes falling from the pewter sky. I started my warm-up and saw Mr. Man. He was on the machines close to me but it wouldn’t be until after my session that I actually delved into a convo. Somehow there was a discussion about religion and my trainer friend mentioned that it’s important to just be a good person. I brought up the Council of Nicea and how it relates to the Bible. Mr. Man whipped his head my way. Oooooh, I thought. He knew of this! A divinely muscled man who has a spiritual tattoo in the gym knows about the Council of Nicea. Swoon. I started to tell him about my spiritual path. He told me his name, Matthew. I talked for over an hour and he crouched near me, intently listening and asking thoughtful questions. He mentioned needing to take a shower but that he’d be back. I said that I should get home to my daughter anyway. I felt vulnerable sharing so much so quickly with this man who I just met. I didn’t exchange information because I’d be seeing him again soon. I was at the gym three times a week.
That following Monday, COVID stay-at-home orders went out in my state. No gym. No going anywhere except for emergencies. I was crushed. I kicked myself internally for not getting more info so we could be in touch. We could have ALL THE CONVOS while stuck at home via Zoom or FaceTime.
I know you want a nice happy ending. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again. But between the months of meeting him to now, I’ve done the inner work. I’ve worked to remove the barriers within me. And the above mood board is my way of letting the universe know with a breathless yes, “him, whomever he may be, I’m ready.”
I recently purchased a crystal sphere, I have many crystals but I felt the nudge and listened. I’ve learned the lesson to follow the nudge, so I snapped it up. When I purchased the orb it was oriented different on the stand and when I opened from the packaging, I squealed with delight as here was the Enso coming back to me. This one was closed meaning completion. I don’t know about you, but that definitely feels magical.
Last fall I found myself musing about falling in love. I felt it was something I unearthed deep in my heart as I let it flow towards another. I even mentioned this to him, part of my brave badge for the year 2020. But after the soul lesson shine lessened I began to realize the love I felt wasn’t for another, but a conduit I opened up within myself to allow love to flow to, through, out and back around to me. Bathed in love. Basking in love. I felt the shifts needed in myself to keep walking towards my dreams- the ones I hold close to my heart. The ones I was afraid to even utter aloud to myself. I met someone in late 2019 who challenges me to my core. One day in the gym he casually mentioned that I’d never reach my goals if I didn’t push myself. Granted, he meant knowing and feeling the difference from pushing myself in weight lifting versus playing it safe. But I heard him, felt him, deeply.
It’s easy to play it safe and comfortable and tell yourself you’re actually going for it. But just like I realized my mistake in how I was feeling toward someone, I started to see other projects I’d been working on for years fall away. They didn’t measure up anymore. They didn’t feel right. While glimmers surfaced about other, deeper truer more beautiful expressions for me, we fell into a pandemic.
In one fell swoop I became a full time single mother, healthcare worker juggling normal work on top of training at the hospital for a surge, and somehow helping my daughter with distance learning. Chores became infinitely more difficult as I was, and still am, continually exhausted. I can’t seem to catch up or rest up.
I haven’t been able to do the things I normally do to help. It’s been an unraveling of my life as I built it. I don’t really go anywhere, for safety. I’m stuck at home for all the days. To say it’s been a whirlwind of ups and downs would be an understatement. While I have many things to be thankful for, it’s still been a difficult transition and I allow that grief of the life before to co-exist with the gratitude I have for my daughter and my health, the food in the pantry and the roof over our head.
I had become accustomed to my life BC (before COVID): up at 6, breakfast and daily commute, drop my daughter off at school then head to work. Oh, and coffee, always coffee before the day can officially begin. Then it’s a run during lunch, or a Starbucks run, the gym and time with friends or collapsing exhausted on my couch on a Friday night. The weekend chock-full of errands, grocery shopping and meal planning, writing (maybe) and rest.
During COVID the coffee and dinner with friends is relegated to FaceTime and to go orders. The sweating it out and connecting with my body in the gym is now home-based workouts that help but aren’t the same. I became a single mother in a moment’s decision figuring out how to work as a busy healthcare worker amidst the pandemic, while helping my daughter with her school, clean our home and make healthy meals.
Suffice it to say, I couldn’t juggle it as well as I hoped. But, perhaps, that’s the point. The distilling down of what is truly important. What matters above all else
I’ve battled my weight my entire life. From age 8 on I remember feeling chubby, undesirable and ugly. This was mirrored in the taunts from boys at school tandem to freeze outs from the girls my age. I eventually found a rhythm and made life-long friends and settled into my padded body not really looking at the depth of why, but the surface of what I put in my mouth and lengths I’d go to shrink and sweat to exhaustion.
I remember the first time I passed out. I was jumping rope in the driveway of my childhood home. Next thing I knew my dad ran out as he heard me hit the ground with a thud. I didn’t know what happened but played it off as “falling”. I didn’t want him to worry. I wasn’t worried just trying to fit a standard that I felt would help every last missing piece of me fall into place. I can look back now, after years of inner work, living and letting go to know so much more matters than simply what I put in my mouth.
My body, my being, is a dynamic of systems all designed to work together in harmony.
My negative thoughts, my desire to control, my constant focus on every bit of food I ate, weren’t harmony. They were the by-product of looking outside for answers for the “how”. Somewhere along the way I began distrusting my inner self, my knowing when I’m full, how to move, how to love and how to satisfy my curiosity. I shape shifted to fit into a mold placed upon me from others versus breaking the god damned mold and being who I already am when I let myself be.
It’s taken a few decades, but I feel I’m finally there, or at least in a place to understand why I am the way I am, the patterns I’ve reinforced time-after-time in relationships with anything and everything. It all boils down to trust.
Do I trust myself?
Aka, do I love myself?
Love while often given a rose-colored glasses hue, in my experience, is anything but. Sure, love is one of the most life-giving, life-affirming feelings we can access as human beings. But in my experience, when I became a mother, when a fissure split in my heart and I connected in such pure love with the wailing alien like baby, my heart burst.
The person I was burst as I made room for this new identity. Sure, it would take years to realize mother wasn’t who I am at my core, but a reflection of relationship for me to learn the magic and power of love. What I view as spirituality.
After becoming a mother, I couldn’t breast feed well. For a type A achiever who almost always got A’s, this was earth shattering. Something didn’t go according to plan. I’d cry as I tried to feed my daughter. I blamed her and her lazy eating. Honestly, I don’t know why I didn’t produce enough milk, but that wasn’t a failing, that was my body responding to what it could do. The added pressure I placed upon myself, didn’t help. I would pump and pump, drink non-alcoholic beer and drink milk inducing tea. Finally, one day my then husband, pleaded with me to just ease up. That it wasn’t worth the pain. He saw what I was putting myself through and through his love, I was able to relax. A bit.
Truth is I was equally enamored and afraid of motherhood.
So much is placed on the mother. I remember decidedly having him change my daughter’s first diaper. I was afraid I’d do it wrong. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but he did an amazing job and became expert at swaddling her. Wrapping that love baby in a burrito became one of his contributions. I changed her diaper after the oxytocin wore off and epidural analgesia abated. But I had felt my first pang of being a bad mother. I’d wrestle with this when I didn’t produce enough breast milk, when I went back to work full-time—her dad left work to be a stay-at-home dad. That lasted for about 6 months, and I was always jealous that he could do that. As the breadwinner for the family, it wasn’t even an option. I felt betrayed by feminists. I felt I would not feel any sort of confliction in being a mother and working full-time. That’s what they had fought for, right?
Even in this system of feminism I had missed the point that feminism isn’t about what works for another, but what works for me. Eventually, I settled into a rhythm with my daughter. I lovingly made all her meals from scratch for the first few years. It wasn’t a burden, it wasn’t riddle with pain, but a joy in making what she would eat. I reconnected with her after about 3 months of wrestling with feeling overly emotional (likely postpartum blues) and not knowing who I was as a mother with this maelstrom of feelings.
Yes, you read that right. Emotions and feeling what I truly felt was new for me. So much was new and ushered in the possibilities for change. Fast forward a few years and the idea to write a story came to me. I pushed it down for months telling myself I was a pharmacist, a mother, not a writer. But the idea was insistent and shook me to my core. I won’t go into that more here but it’s what I think of as a spiritual awakening and reckoning.
What one is awakening to, many will argue. I’m not here for that argument. The reckoning happens when you sift through all that truly aligns with you versus what doesn’t, and likely, hasn’t.
I will say in my experience I have multiple conflicting truths existing in this human being I call myself.
A paradox wrapped in mystery. I grew to know one aspect of myself, beginning seeing the world through my own lens, until it became clouded with the lenses of others. I lost my way, abandoned myself and then found myself at a cross roads with a story about angels leading me out.
The moment my pen hit the notebook, I felt different. Similar seismic shifts resonated like when I connected in love and became a mother.
There’s a lot to unpack, but when my daughter was two and a half, I told my partner I wanted a divorce. My love for her was what finally gave me the courage to leave an unhealthy marriage.
We were not a healthy fit. I can only take accountability for myself, but I was ready to break patterns and cycles.
I was ready to make my own choices born from deep inside that shouted, “no, not this!”
That’s my understanding of love. The strength and courage to rise up in the face of adversity and be exactly who you are—making choices born from the inside out and unshakable faith that you can trust yourself. Even if you fall. Even if you fail. Even if you stumble. Even if you succeed.
Success should be your terms for what truly matters in life. In your life. Not another’s. But yours.
You have one blessed sip of life, allow love to flux and flow helping guide you, even amidst the difficult parts.
One day while obsessing about what I would eat during this pandemic, home bound, reckoning with life as I had built it since filing for divorce and embarking out on my own to find myself again.. I ruminated about whether or not I should eat jalapeno chips with my turkey sandwich.
While my thoughts ping ponged the pros and cons of some chips a small voice inside whispered, “What would love look like?”
One small phrase stopped my mental circus and tunneled deep. I knew what love looked like, I’ve looked into her eyes before when I allowed myself to flow in life versus white-knuckle every moment. Tears rimmed my eyes. One sentence and I felt the complete unraveling from depths I didn’t realize were habitable in the human heart.
While I left an unhealthy relationship with my marriage, and worked on the one within me that allowed such to flourish in my life rather than allowing my own self flourish, while I had waxed and waned in allowing myself to dabble with what love would look like as it unfolded in my whole life, I knew at that moment I called to really examine my life and allow what love would look like permeate my being. Then, and only then, to move forward, to love forward from there.
What would love look like for me?
Finishing Glow, the angel novel I began over a decade ago. Sharing my story about how my mind cracked open to possibility when I was given the final nudge towards writing, one of my soul’s form of expression. To help guide others on similar journeys within as they learn to unfold and allow the lives waiting to come to and through them. Teaching the language of soul.
More belly laughs, snack plates and jalapeno chips. More hikes, more nature, more skinny dipping. More kissing, more making out, more making love. Opening my heart to romance and intimacy again as I dance my way towards my partner. Loosening my grasp on the known, the tried and true, and opening the sails to charter my own waters through the mystery of the unknown.
I know that love trusts myself in all facets of life. That it’s not about perfection or getting it “right” but allowing myself the experiences to learn, grow and unfold into who I already am when I let myself be.
What would love look like for you?
“I’m an introvert and an Aries,” I said only to be met with silence. “Are you there?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m here,” he paused for a moment, “You really going to let the stars dictate who you are?”
“Wait a sec—“ I said.
“Nah, it’s okay,” he chuckled. “I’m just giving you shit.” We’ve had this convo before, only we’d never delved into the deep of why I say such things. Regardless, I loved hearing his voice and laugh. I missed it and him. There doesn’t seem to be enough genuine chuckles during this pandemic. Just social media memes about how we should all feel and accomplish, or not accomplish, during this forced home time.
I hate being told what to do or how to feel.
“Let me put it this way, I regenerate my energy when I’m alone, but during this pandemic I’m getting restless. As for Aries, I’m impulsive, physical, and passionate (read: stubborn).” I clarified.
The truth is I don’t remember how he responded but we went on to talk about Marvel comics and the movies as he’s about the watch them all, chronologically, with his family. I had heard of this phenomenon but haven’t taken it on…yet.
Marvel is a world of universes created based on archetypes, it’s played out in colorful comic books or adapted to the big screen.
Marvel can also mean to be filled with wonder and astonishment. Now that’s a word I can get behind.
Language is a shared construct. It’s agreed upon by a group of people but only has meaning for those who lend credence to the ideas or beliefs behind the words, or labels, that describe.
For my friend, he doesn’t believe in astrology, which is totally cool with me. I’m going to save that conversation for another time mainly because what we believe is ours and ours alone. I used that language as for some, it wouldn’t require any further explanation for they’d understand what I meant. But as Chas pointed out, he didn’t know, nor did he believe in those descriptions.
Here’s the thing with language: it comes from somewhere and is symbolic for what it’s trying to convey. From the most rudimentary written forms used by the Sumerians to Egyptian hieroglyphs to Latin and maths (also a symbolic system) it’s all representative of something else.
In the graphic above I’m sharing what I like to call: The GlowMind. We each have our mind, but the GlowMind is a different source of language. It’s not one that we learn but are given inherently and connect with from birth. It’s not knowledge, but a way of knowing. Just like the image of the sun flowing through the darkened tree tops, illuminating all in it’s path, so too, GlowMind helps you see the forest through the trees with the experience you’re really living.
Or not living.
GlowMind has it’s own language. It’s one that has often been scribed on scrolls once buried now found or meticulously transcribed generation after generations becoming the various doctrines religions or spiritual beliefs. In some cultures, it’s an oral tradition that passes this language along. Regardless, it exists outside what we generally understand to be language. It often uses pictures or single words to convey meaning.
Years back I began to study this part of my mind that could communicate with a single punch versus the, often verbose, nature of my egoic (monkey) mind. I sought out those who communed with such as I didn’t understand it nor was I truly comfortable using it. I’ve been straddling both worlds for some time: logic and spirit, mind and GlowMind. But if I’m honest, I live from my GlowMind. I execute its guidance with my mind.
I like to tell stories, so here goes.
One late summer day I found myself in a room that invited so much space and grace that I could set my skepticism aside and open to what was wanting to live through me. Ann had the window open and the cool breeze billowed the sheer white curtains. Lavender oil scented the air and crystals lined her little side table. I plopped facedown on the massage table, about to close my eyes and open up. I’d often have internal dialogue about why I found myself here, in the moment, entertaining such. My old scientific mind couldn’t process why I’d even believe. Yet, I’d been living from this newly discovered side for a few years and found that somehow, a part within me, knew and guided with a language I didn’t understand as easily. I always took things literally rather than symbolically. I came here with Ann to foster that connection. After tracing the bread crumbs in my mind to why I’m with an energy healer who communed with angels, I placed my face in the little circle knowing that no matter how carefully I placed my cheeks, my mascara would smudge. I know, a mundane thought, but it’s the truth. I closed my eyes anyway and slowed my breath. I don’t remember everything from that session, but something that did come through that I’ve brought with me years later. I remember seeing the image of myself swimming furiously in a golden stream. I was tired, weak and battling the elements. Then the picture flipped on its own. Now, and this is important, I didn’t consciously flip it. It flipped on its own and I suddenly saw myself turned over on my back, floating. I instantly knew what was conveyed. “Go with the flow. Float.”
One single image held quite the impact in my life. It’s a kernel of truth that can explain GlowMind in how I’d like to convey it. It’s not about furiously living life at a frenetic pace, but opening up with the inner part of yourself that is connected to a flow that can help you flip over and float your way through life. I want to state that this doesn’t mean that life is just easy peasy lemon squeezy. What it does, is align you with an undercurrent that when tapped into brings you all the people, places, and things meant for an authentic life lived by you.
It’s a language that glows in your GlowMind. It’s felt, it’s symbolic and we ALL have access to it. It just takes a bit of time to understand and open to what is being communicated. The good news: I’ve been listening to it for a lifetime. There is no bad news, other than you always have a choice, with this, in your life. You can choose to listen or turn away and tune out.
As for the stars dictating who I am? Oh hell no! I choose that. Day-by-day as I decide who I am as I show up, all-in holding my own space and grace for the spark of life as it desires to live through me.
If you had told me that this would be my life a decade ago, I wouldn’t have believed you. I became a mother, dramatically changed jobs, started writing a novel, and filed for divorce all around 10 years ago. One action flowed into the next and into the next and it’s been me riding that flow ever since. I can look back now and see how it was all meant to be. But living the moments, the dark days and endless weeks where I didn’t know if I’d ever find my way, there were times I was ready to fold back into my old life as the old me.
I remember the fear + the courage to finally show up in my life as me, the me underneath it all. To then take that self-knowing and cultivate a life, relationship with others and myself that centered around this core of true self. Every action then is a ripple, an aligned truth with who I am and why I’m here. And I’m ready to radiate Radiance.
The novel I started writing, Glow, the one that took me becoming the woman who could finish it, knowing that it wouldn’t be ready for the next steps until I had completed the journey necessary to bring this story to the hearts and souls of many, well, I sent Glow into my editor today: 1.20.2020 (love those divine numbers) to begin the process of getting it published. It definitely doesn’t need to take a decade to write a book. But this is more than a book.
This is a journey I’ve been on and now, only now, is Glow ready to be bound and shared with others. It’s a story of Angels, Fallen Angels, the human story, Earth, and the Divine connection we each have access to. At the heart of the story are two angels: Luxiel and Noxiel and we follow their story as they diverge on their own destiny only to come back together when it’s time. Some things are worth the wait.
2019 was filled with many pivotal moments: I published Forty Mornings, I start personal training to finally heal trauma as I connected in with my body tandem to building strength as I felt sovereign in my body. I fell in love, deeply, without even realizing it until it surfaced with such blinding clarity that I resisted.
2020 started with me owning that love in such a brave and vulnerable way, it’s set a tone for this year. To stare into the baby blues of the one you love and know that there are no guarantees yet proceed anyway that’s priceless and something I carry it with me still. That’s vision 2020.
LOVE. Oof, one word holds so many connotations, limitations and beliefs. Even as you read this you’re thinking of your own story of love or heartbreak. For most of my life, I’ve held myself back from fully letting love in. I had my reasons, until I realized that Blaise Pascal was right when he said that the heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of, we know the truth not only by the reason, but by the heart.
I’ve been falling in love with someone over the past year. Mostly it bobbed just below my consciousness, until it surfaced with such blinding clarity that I was shocked. I’m talking, couldn’t sleep as I wondered, “How in the hell did I let this happen?”
The truth being, I entered into it, the deepest part of me guiding me until I realized that I couldn’t have picked a more suitable partner. Is he who I thought I’d end up with? No. But when I allow myself to realize how I feel around him I know that while my mind may have needed to play catch up, my heart knew the whole time as my soul guided me.
I recently found this passage of writing and it’s so resonant for me now. I’ve thought I was ready. Given that I wrote this in December of 2018, I’ve thought I was ready for about a year. You can think you’re ready, but until you let go of all your limiting beliefs you won’t align as you’re misaligned within yourself. Fortunately, I want this so I’ve been doing the work to excavate the bullshit to open up to this magical love that has brought transformation for me, both inside and out.
This is what I wrote: (for context, two men entered my life in 2018, one ended up married, the other engaged. Double oof!!)
“I don’t want to be married, yet, but I do want to date and feel that warm giddy feeling when you spend time together. I want to feel the slow realization that I’m opening up to another because that’s how I am when I’m with him. And I open as I want to get to know him better as he begins to know me.
I want more kissing while pressed to the wall. I want those moments you don’t have to speak because you just know. You both know. I want intimacy. I want naked limbs intertwined. Smiles that crinkle at the edges of our eyes. I want to embrace the adventure of life, together. To know each other deeper. Fuller. To wear the plunging crimson dress that hugs all the right curves. I want to learn how you take your coffee…and your eggs. I want to feel the 5 o’clock shadow as it rubs my skin pink from too much kissing—as if that’s even a thing. I look forward to the laughs, the uninterrupted belly laughs as we let go.
Oh, how my heart feels ready even as it still quivers from the cracks and fissures – the scars from the open hearts before. We’ve been through so much and still…how exquisite you love.
Through tears and faith. Through finally letting go and allowing yourself be held with your ear pressed to his chest as you heard his heart beating and loving in time. I want to hear your stories- the good, the bad, the ugly. The parts that make you human. Your depths as I tell you mine. I want to sing and dance and pluck the wild flowers from our hearts and make crowns we place upon our heads. Let’s hold space as we see each other in the fierce grace we’ve cultivated from living in this cruel and beautiful world…
I’m ready to love and be loved. I’m ready to lie beneath the gaze of my lover’s eyes.”
I can’t control what happens. A relationship consists of two people always choosing to show up with the other. I know what I choose and I’m sharing this as I don’t want to live behind the shadow of what could’ve been because I was too afraid to own how I feel. Nah, I’m showing up and sharing it proudly as it’s been a lifetime earned this declaration of love. Cross your fingers for me!
I’ve been working on this piece as I wanted to share again with a pic I found on the internet that reminds me of Lux. The garb in Glow is different, but the feel of this photo is wonderful. This piece is raw, unedited, and not formatted, however, I feel it’s important to share how first drafts start as when you see it again, it’ll be book bound and ready to hold in your hands. Glow is two character’s point of view woven together. This part takes place in the Angelic Realm and is told from Noxiel’s perspective. Happy Reading!
Glow: First Fight
“Not all angels lounge in the clouds strumming harps and singing love into the world. Some of us have to fight to protect. Some of us get in the blood and the guts and the dust. Our wings singed-embers compared to the pure white you so innocently wield. We’re the left hand of the Creator. I don’t glow, Lux, I burn.” My voice sounded harsher than I felt. But she needed to wake-up. It’s time to fight.
“Okay, fair enough.” She sighed, closed her eyes and turned her palms upward. Her breathing slowed as her chest rose and fell into a rhythm in direct contrast to the antsy spectators milling about. She smiled, her eyes still closed, as a stream of light arced between her hands. It sputtered and sparked then faded out. The breeze from angels’ wings carried the scent of wildflowers, grass and the metallic whiff of heat. The angelics’ conversations filled the air but receded in Luxiel’s presence as if she had a protective bubble of energy around her. Her thumbs traced the pattern of a weapon not manifested yet. She smiled again, but this time opened her eyes just as a two golden knives appeared in each hand. The blades long and tapered, they glinted and flickered in the sunlight.
“Eleven fighting knives, that I did not expect. The blades blur into a fiery tip as if not fully formed,” I reached forward to touch them. The handles covered in thin delicate scroll marks carved into each side. Each knife an exact replica of its match. Twins. The metal must be the same alloy used in the mesh woven into our combat garb as it had the same burnished tone only seen in the metals products by the Tri-Galaxy smiths.
“Yes, that’s because I don’t want to spill blood, I’d rather use my energy to fight. Now stop stalling, show me your weapon of choice. Unless you’ve decided to concede?” she said, throwing a bit of arrogance my way.
“Ouch, too late,” I said as one crimson drop of blood fell from my fingertip to the ground. The plants below withered and wilted. “How noble of you.” My eyes transfixed with the vibrant green turf that faded gray from one mere drop of my blood. Life receded in my presence. Luxiel stared at the desolate ground, her mouth opened as if to say something, but instead it’s caught within her throat.
“If you have something to say, please say it,” I said. I raised an eyebrow as if to double dare. “And why would I concede? This is a battle that both sides have been anticipating for a millennium.” I closed my eyes before she saw the pain that clouded them like a stormy sky. I don’t know why, but it bothers me that life ceased to exist in my presence. Despite being a Dark Angel, I felt the loss with every fiber of my being. I let it roll off me, the energy thick and dark, as best I could. The other of my brethren didn’t seem to be bothered by their affect on life. Luxiel focused on the spot, but I saw my dim waves, like dust swirling in the air, as it disappeared into her light. The more she absorbed, the brighter she shone. She transmuted my energy to light!
“Let’s do this already.” I said, wanting to divert from what I just saw. How could she do that? How could she turn pain into light? I felt my weapon’s energy surge before it showed up in my hands. The long smooth feel of the bamboo staff felt familiar and comforted my rising questions.
“A stick? Really?” She said. “I’m really not sure how that would be helpful.” She tilted her head to the right, and stared, waiting for me to answer.
“It’s called a Bo staff.” I raised my hand above my head and rotated the staff on the center of my palm where it perfectly spun above my head like a pinwheel. I didn’t know where the need to show my skills off came from, but I found myself switching the staff from my left to right hand, not skipping a beat with each rotation. “When you use it correctly it’s quite the weapon of choice for those trained in martial arts.”
“If you say so. You badger me to choose my weapons and you bring an overgrown chopstick,” She said. She placed her knives on her back, cris-crossed and snug in a leather harness that wrapped around her shoulders onto her back, the blades snug against her body. She may be a love and lighter, but her muscles were lithe and taught like a ballet dancer. She may not have me matched for size, but I couldn’t count her out yet.
“I’ll let that dig go, since you’re not familiar with training or weapons, but are you really going to come at me without your weapons out?” I said, exasperated. She brought forth weapons clearly intended to be used then puts them away. “The thing with you love and lighters is you have your heads stuck in the clouds while I am firm-footed on the ground. I plan and calculate my next move. I am pre-emptive, while you are reactionary.”
“Why don’t we just begin and then you can see why I choose as I do.” Her scroll lines activated and lit up. Two spirals on the top of each hand swirl flowed beginning a path of light, each one seemingly to ignite the next up her arm. One-by-one, the luminescent lines traveled up to her shoulders connecting spirals and symbols of our Angelic language. They continued then swooped over her clavicle, down her chest, and spanned the full length of her torso and legs finally ending at her feet.
“You’re covered, Lux.” I said as I admired her extensive skills and abilities showing up like gilded tattoos only these weren’t from the outside in. They came only when you drew on your Angelic blood line and shone from the inside out to help guide you at the slightest need. I kept spinning my Bo so that she didn’t realize how much I was drawn to her. Especially now, all lit up and ready to fight. She was a well marked warrior, her scroll lines proved it. But could she fight?
“Thank you, Nox.” She said, clearly not understanding the significance of what was just revealed. She watched me with my Bo for a bit then lunged, her knives out in a flash stopping my Bo staff mid-spin as she kicked directly into my chest. With a thud it knocked the breath from my lungs. I staggered back. My wings unfurled to their full wingspan and stopped me from toppling backward. Damn. She could fight.
“My head may be in the clouds, and I see nothing wrong with that, and sure, think of me as reactionary, a love and lighter as you so affectionately say. However, my actions are fueled by my passion and with the intuition I have I will deflect your pre-emptedness and spring back to my original shape. Marveling at you and your sure footedness, here, in the same place.” She flipped backward, narrowly missing my staff sweeping out to bring her down, and landed perfectly, in the same spot.
“You know; it’s not fair making me smile when I’m trying to fight…” The tender resonance in my voice surprised me. But I knew how to get to her.
“What?” She stood up straight and looked me in the eye. Her ponytail bobbed behind her confused face. I swept my Bo staff under her legs and she fell to the ground. That had to have hurt, but she needed to learn.
“Lesson one, don’t let your guard down. Ever. Even if someone is sweet talking you. Actually, especially if someone is sweet talking you,” I said. It felt like a cheap blow, but she needed to learn to keep her head in the fight. “The battlefield is no place for heart and love.”
“That was sweet talking? Thanks for the lesson. I’ll remember that one. Always.” She brushed off the dust on her legs and stood back up. Her face determined.
“I don’t fault you for it, it’s my job to help you hone your skills. Now, I’m not going to fight you weaponless.” I tossed my Bo to the ground. My wings stretched and pulsed pulling me up from the ground. Dirt swirled below like little dust devils. I looked down at her and said, “catch me, Lux.” I lifted off, using all my strength to pump myself high into the sky. It’s easy to land a blow on solid ground. I wanted to see how she’d do mid-flight.
To Be Continued…