Mantra: Give and Receive

This was written last week, but due to external events--such as bell ringing indicating the school day was over, visits to lovely niece Emilia, weekend, etc-- these words never experienced the act of publishing until now. However, they are still me, alive in me...and it goes:

I have a slight intuition that today will be kind of scattered.  The day has been unfolding quite well--with ease and energy.  Yesterday we were granted with dark clouds, misty air and cool breeze.  Today, the breeze is still cool, the dark clouds have been blown away leaving a light layer of white skies, the mist is gone replace with a shining sun that pops in teasingly.  Colors are back.
I like to think that colors, temperature and in the end light have a deep impact on my state of being.  I feel light, i feel colorful and I feel upright--like a curious meerkat!

I say scattered because due to this energy flowing inside and around me I can sense my mind working quicker, making connections here and there.  I feel active, almost as though i'm trying to keep up with myself!

So today i don't know how much sense I'm making, i don't know where this will end..but i kind of like that feeling.  I just know something is happening, and I like to feel alive. A participant of something, an active heart in the grand cosmic web.

I've also been interacting with young adolescents, full of energy, and laughter static.  It's a bit contagious.  I'm being a chemistry teacher today-- making "my students" work on complicated worksheet filled with formulas and problems to solve. Nonetheless i establish dialogue with them, i relate to them, i connect (even if it's through observation, gestures or simple eye contact).  And again, I feel a part...of something...of everything.

Being a teacher, having time to read, research, connect, brainstorm, reflect, think and FEEL has been kind of a gift because although i love doing all of those things i sometimes play tricks on myself and get too involved in the "doing".  Not that all of the above were/are not "doing".  It's something i'm working on and I don't have to be impatient or unkind to myself.
In fact, I need all that implies tranquility, ease, well-being, and feeling good.  Spinning the wheel on the other direction.

So, i want to share a few things.  To those that are reading me, or even as a way to express my gratitude, admiration and contentment on what shares my view of life.  I send these vibrations, I send this good energy out to the world, from deep inside.  I just feel I want to and need to.

There is a project, a little organic business happening in my beautiful bountiful country Chile: Granja Orgánica.  They praise the land, the earth and life.  They comprehend the act of giving, the act of worship, and the beauty of receiving.  They are just one more manifestation of love, that according to me, is beyond agriculture and farming.  I support their work.  This to me speaks of a better world.  This to me illustrates the road towards transformation.  
www.facebook/granjaorganica
www.granjaorgánica.cl

I've been experiencing the wonders of Krishna Das' kirtans lately.  Kirtan, in my very humble respectful words, could be described as a call & response prayer in form of a chant.  They are usually in honor of an Indian deity.  The call begins, the response repeats and off it goes into a wave of energy that builds up in a climax and then slows down naturally.  There isn't much i can say that can portray what happens..it's an experience.  Krishna Das has an interesting story (being from the West) and I happen to enjoy his work, support his passion and intentions.  
www.krishnadas.com/about.cfm

Experience!

I work each day on opening my heart.  I work each day on building foundations.  I work each day to come closer to truthfulness, ease, compassion and contentment.  These are all foundations to/for life, things for which i should not feel pain, guilty or ashamed. 

***Fía.

On & Off; Here, There & Everywhere

I went on a blog break for some time.  Well, my life has been eventful though, and i can't say that i've felt guilty about abandoning my virtual non-existant blog friend for a while.  (Friend? I stumbled upon how i should describe my relationship with my blog. Or how to define it.  Is it a friend? but it is also "something" internal?  Internal voice? So...is it just me? A part of me?) 
In the English language, i believe, there is no different term to distinguish "being" (as in a human being) and the verb "being" (the act of being present). 
I won't go too deep into that--i'm no language expert-- but it is curious, and it is important.  My psychiatrist and I spent some time analyzing it actually.  In Spanish there is "ser" y "estar".  Quite different. 
Something to think upon, and something i WILL write about soon. 

Ba-da-boom! Let's rewind!
No, i haven't felt guilty. It has assaulted my mind, though, how i haven't been involved in writing much lately. In the sense of missing it. 
Things have happened in my life...like BIG things: my niece was born for a start. (Kind of obvious if you read my previous post). 
And other things, which are just as big, but rather internal.  Insights, questions, feelings, resolutions, thoughts, experiences that move my colors inside.  
Usually they happen at times when i can identify as being most present.  You know that kind of mind clarity that is almost like vertigo, a little high, a little scary, but extremely exciting.  It makes you stop and say: "woooow...yes!" or "wow...i see!" or just "wow.."-- with no explanation but with a pinch of epiphany. 
It would be tiring and kind of deceptive to live life looking for these moments of epiphany.  It's pretty much impossible. However, it's nice to have an openness and awareness to experience them, and catch them, as if you held a huge net and are out in a field catching exotic butterflies. Or looking at a starry sky and being able to perceive shooting stars.  

Well, i've had loads of those moments...little ones.  I can't and won't name them for it would probably take me a lifetime to make them explainable, describing context and connections that mostly I can make.  Plus, it's the sweet, sour, salty, pungent, zesty juice inside me, that i like to keep inside.  
So then i think: "oh! something to write about!" or "oh! sharing this tiny thought would be nice!"

At first I stressed a little bit, which is not very unusual of me, but then i made/make a click and let go.  Seriously it's a click.  A click that happens in my joints, that provides an extra millimetric space between my bones.  A click inside my eardrums that lightly pops.  A click in my scalp releasing tension.  All those clicks of letting go.  For i realize that those are all inside me, not running the risk of being forgotten or lost.  
So svadhyaya (letting go) is something i've been practicing.  In life, with life.  I say this because it's taken me a while to fully understand that my practice, my yoga practice is everywhere and in everything. It's a yoga journey.  Svadhyaya (letting go) in various levels and areas in my life: actions, thoughts, feelings, attitudes, people. It's ongoing, it's just beginning to sprout. 
Funny how i've been into "activating" (bringing to life) almonds, walnuts, beans. Growing herbs, sensing the birth of Spring, and experiencing the arrival of Emilia.  
All actions of life, creation.  
I feel i'm activating svadhyaya for my benefit.  For me and no one else. For me and not an idea of me.  For me and not an idea of how others should/can have of me. 
Does that mean stepping back? Maybe.
Does that mean slowing down? Maybe so.
Letting go, abandoning, gaining, but not escaping.  

I write today.  Because I can, because i WANT. 
I write from love and pure communication. 

I feel very connected, have felt very connected lately: to me, to what i believe it, to my well-being.
(and ironically--or not?-- my phone is dead).

Love & Light,

Fía.

VIVA LA LIFE!

Emilia ha llegado.  
There is this little being breathing, beating, dreaming, and...pooping. 
Yes, she poops a great deal--but it's just another manifestation of nature at it's best.  
If something goes in, something will come out. 
How profound is that, huh?   And all from the art of pooping.  

Emilia is here. 
Emilia ha llegado.
I look at her, i'm dumbfounded when i see her pretty face: her delicate eyebrows, her tiny point of a nose, her slim lips that curl and mischievously tricks us to just melt away.  
But yes, I look at her and i'm dumbfounded.  Amazed.  How can nature be so wise? How can it seriously perform the act of creation in such an acute sense of divinity? That little creature, that new participant in my life was JUST in my sister's belly a few days ago! 
Seriously.  
And it formed from what? how? 
** i know the scientific process.  I know we are not made from bees, or a stock that comes flying and delivers us.  I do not believe we are the children of Adam and Eve (Eve being a part of Adam's RIBS!) and I don't really think we are a result of chance. **

We are formed from everything and are a part of it all--yet so unique.  
Emilia was created with an effortless effort.  Oxymoron, i know, but it involved so much energy, so much pumping and love and nurture...yet, it sort of miraculously seems to work on its own.  Neatly. 

With this expression of life, how can i not be blown away at our beauty, at our magic, at our wonderful powerful potential?  It's one of those occasions where I step away (or step within?) and literally sigh out of respect and faith on our human spirit.  Individually we seem powerless, like we are just a speck of dust in this jungle.  Then others consider themselves God and play around like God, responding to their personal godly needs.  
We ARE powerful.  We are Gods.  God is inside each and every one of us.  I look at Emilia and I see God in her breath.  I breathe with Emilia, I feel her warmth, her energy flowing and I find God.  
Now what do we do with this power?  

It is in this place where I come across the timeless moment of consideration: what can I do with this power? How can God speak through me, for me, with me?  It's not about religion.  It's not about superiority.  It's about what is good and good only for me.  
What makes me good? What makes me good, makes good.  The arrow is not pointing out--that is depleting and i've done it long enough.  Or pointing in, selfishly and eternally needing.
The around is actually a circle, an open lotus flower, that opens up, but holds nothing.  
It is light and open. 
Do not confuse with Ego and "me, me, me".  Being truthful, kind and loving to myself is being generous and loving inside, outside and all around. 

Emilia ha llegado.
Emilia is here.
Thank the Lord for her spirit, thank the Lord for her heart, thank the Lord for her beauty, thank the Lord for her poop. 

***Fía.

UN-HOOK YOURSELF

Wow, it's been a while. 
To be quite honest i've thought about taking a few minutes and writing a blog entry--quite a few times this week. 
I can't be so cynical as to say i haven't had enough time in front of a computer.  In fact, i think this past week i broke some kind of personal record regarding my relationship with a screen, a mouse and technology. 
It's a bittersweet kinda feeling: I've learned quite a few things about some computer "systems"(?) or "programs"(?) --- me doubting the right terminology just shines a light on how little I know.  
But i did learn, and somewhat mastered my new discoveries...and yet at the same time i felt i knew nothing, i was totally out-dated AND that really...i mean really, really...i didn't give a flying fuck. 
Excuse my french. 

My life is not determined by a computer, by my abilities using one and my relationship to a machine.  I'm not saying i want to go live in a cave, or in a deserted island (sometime i do secretly wish that though).  I mean, i know computer and technology is part of our world today, and i acknowledge the wonderful outstanding magnificent tool it can be to/for us.  
It allows me to see, hear and speak to my dearest friends.
It connects me to marvelous places, informs me, opens my horizons, breaks many communication barriers and expands my participation in/with the world.  
I get it.
I like it.
I use it.

It just becomes extremely tricky when we become dependent and begin to identify ourselves with this/these devices (for its not just the laptop, but the iPhone, iPad, Kindle, etc.)  Not only do we begin to acquire a new personality through them, but they take on a meaning in our lives that i consider sometimes pretty much whacky.  
Can't go anywhere without your phone?
How many times a day do you check your email(s) account(s)?
Would you rather establish a relationship via chat, email, text than live?
Would you rather be hooked/online/"connected" than participating with your environment? 

It's time to check-in and evaluate this...really.  
I was hooked for a week and my whole system was just screaming: "go out, take a walk, smell the flowers, feel the sun, talk!"  No joke.

We've been blessed with beautiful weather, and i've been out on my bike the last two days.  Pedaling away, calmly and lively.  Lively--i felt alive.  
See, we were born from the earth, we are part of the earth and will inevitably go back to being earth.  
I feel more alive today.  I feel it all makes sense that way.  It boosts life and love.  
Taking care, loving and participating makes me want to be a better person. 
Makes me want to make this world a better place.  Not perfect, better.  The best it can be.

FÍA

Pedaling Away!

Round and round goes the wheel!
swish swish goes the wind!
whee whee goes the girl!

The girl being me. 

So it was my birthday a few days ago.  I can proudly say that it's been the first time in many many years that i've actually somewhat enjoyed and August 5th.  
It makes me nervous.  
It makes me anxious, uncomfortable and a bit cranky, really. 

Receiving hugs, receiving phone calls, receiving gifts and a candle-lit cake song. 
"cumpleaños feliz..!"
"happy birthday..!"
"Zum Geburtstag viel Glück..!" (yes, this year included German!)

Ay!
Smile, photo, celebrate.  
A foreign territory for me.

But this year was different.  I did "suffer" from occasional hot and cold flushes, unease in my bones and muscles--quite like a horse whose muscles jerk around when a fly is bothering somewhere. 
There were no flies or bugs around, it's just imagery allusion only. 

This year was different.  I hadn't been around my family for a while. In a calm, limitless way.  It was one of those delicious Sunday's.  The sun was warm, there was no rush, there was conversation, laughter, discussions, memories.  Old family videos included.  
Carelessly it hit 9pm, and luckily we had moved from the dining room to the TV room. 

This year was different.  Gratitude, contentment, I was where I was, submerged in a nest of love.  
I can't help but still feel lucky, feel privileged and immensely thankful thankful thankful.
Each and everyone there holding and owning their own personal greatness, their own space of magic.  Each and everyone there, so so special to me. 

This year was different.  
I gave myself a gift.  Literally. 
I researched, I looked, I found, I deliberated and did it.  I gave myself a birthday present. 
I bought myself a bike. The bike I wanted.
This year was different.

Round and round goes the wheel,
swish swish goes the wind,
whee whee goes the girl!

Girl: because i feel like an ecstatic girl with a new toy. Basket and all. 
I tested it out today.  Checked the air on the wheels,
and away away i go!
Helmet (courtesy of B&B)--check!
Basket (courtesy of HE)--check!
Stylish coat (courtesy of VD)--check!
Sunglasses--check!

Round and round went the wheel,
swish swish sang the wind,
whee whee went the girl!

Oh my goodness gracious! I felt free, independent, delighted, thrilled, elated, blissful and sunny!
WHEE
WHEE
WHEE!

--fía.

I'M NO FEMINIST BUT I WRITE IN HOT PINK

I could not declare myself a Feminist. 
I don't really know what truly makes one...or not. 
In fact, I think I kind of dislike categorizing myself--or any individual for that matter-- in "groups", "leagues", "clubs", "unions", etc.  
Is there really a point?  


However, i did pick a hot pink font.


I like to think of myself as a human being.  I have likes and dislikes, I can share certain beliefs, certain ideas, maybe even follow a few ideologies, movements.  But I wouldn't (couldn't) consider myself _______ (fill in the blank what you like, i.e.: feminist)


This lady below does speak of feminism, but i like to consider her message to be one that transcends such a term.  I believe she speaks of passion, of hope, of opportunity.  
For me there is no race, no competition, between men and women.  Why think of war, conflict and ultimately elimination?  Why not think of peace, collaboration and creation? 


Flip the tortilla around! 
(i'm mixing saying here: flip the coin around/dar vuelta la tortilla). 


I can't help feeling proud of Isabel Allende's words.  I identify, I relate, I...feel proud of her Chilean voice. 
This is another example of how a change/transformation is needed...and happening! 
It speaks of humanity, of our potential, of opportunity (i'm repeating myself, i know).  There is so much ambition, ego and violence ruling--in our neighborhood and beyond.  
Let's give ourselves a chance.  


Let's work on making this an almost perfect world. 


Love & Light.
Fía. 

ISABEL ALLENDE:  Tales of Passion

* watch on this link (with subtitles) http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/en/isabel_allende_tells_tales_of_passion.html

** or watch on YouTube

What We've Got

What You've Got

How easy is to want more.

How easy is to think we need more.

How easy is to feel we need more.

Maybe I should flip it around, end it with a question mark, and say:

How hard is it not want more?

How hard is it to settle, and cherish what we have?

How hard is to own contentment and consider that  what we hold is enough?

Contentment

Moderation

Non-greediness.

We belong to a world where obtaining has become a synonym of success, equivalent of self-worth, and what's most scary, the means & the measurement of happiness.

I shall not focus my energies, my intentions or point out my finger on what I don't agree with. Nor shall I send out, tune-in on a frequency that I consider low, low, low 

      ***(please, if you know me personally, imagine me articulating these words in my lowest vocal range possible)***

On the contrary! There is so much beauty to admire, so much goodness happening around and beyond me--simple, creative, soul-filling actions. 

Breathe in the light, breathe out the love. 

Spread contentment.

Withhold the thought and feeling of "enough". 

Somehow I genuinely believe that through positivity, through new paradigms, changes will occur. 

Shift and break a system ruled by dollars,

the mental automatic programming of a neverending-ongoing-unstoppable race towards acquiring.

"have no fear of depths, but great fear of shallow living."

Love & Light,

Fía

PUPA

So I haven't been updating my blog entries, or I should accurately say, I haven't sat down (with time and disposition) in front of my computer to write out what's been going on.

I could've just typed out:

Fía is living.

For that is what's been happening. 

Nothing extraordinary.

Nothing dramatic.

Nothing extreme.

Yet all wonderful, truthful, one-of-a-kind.

New.

That last word deserves its own line.

New.

At one point I considered it and defined it as "shredding skin"-- quite the serpent slithering around to leave behind a part of itself, facing the universe with a special cleanliness.

However now, as I listen to my heart, open my mind and learn from what life is offering me, I would say it's more like a caterpillar breaking free from its cocoon, becoming the same-yet-different creature of a butterfly.

Lepidoptera.

       "Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly"

See, the butterfly comes from the caterpillar. Without it, it never would've become the beautiful two-winged being. 

Without going through the life of a caterpillar, crawled across the ground: how would've it been able to be who and where it is now, flying conquering the sky?

Not only that, but the time spent in the cocoon, it's hibernating period is absolutely essential. Sometimes not acknowledged, sometimes not valued. 

I dedicate these words, this time, this cyber space to that magical moment. A being encapsulated in a bubble of life. What seems to be absent, isolated, immobile, is in fact a great participant of life, full of energy, working with immense movement!

**info! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pupa

I dedicate these words to the cocoon. A womb where soon a new being, full of history and potential will arise.

I dedicate these words to the cocoon. For I am now living and breathing in my own metaphorical cocoon. 

Sheltered.

Alone, yet still a part of-- needing time, needing space.

Adapting.

Growing.

I dedicate these words to the cocoon. Swimming in the liquid of life, buoyancy, floating and learning to let go. Nothing to rush, it will all take it's course at the right time.  Surrender to the wisdom of life.

I dedicate these words to the cocoon, my cocoon.

Fía is living...

What You Do With What You've Got

Heat wave.
Crazy days that feel like September--September being spring, sun beaming, inviting parks, eating outdoors.  
And yet it's July.  Mid-winter. 
I'm not complaining, just perceiving.
The weather report announces temperature drops for the following days, perhaps slight chance of showers. 
That's weather talk for today. 


I'm such a creature that is so immensely affected by my surroundings. 
Too sensitive? Perhaps.  
A bad thing? Not necessarily (although--and i'm placing this in parenthesis-- i sometimes DO consider it so). 


I notice the weather, i write about the weather, i speak about the weather, because it does affect me. 
Note to reader: i do not hide under my sheets when the day is dark, gloomy and rainy, just as i am not necessarily in ecstasy when the sun is shining.  
**But oh, what a happy lizard i am as i feel the warm yellow rays on my feet or back! 


I am sensitive...beyond the daily manifestation of the sky...i'm sensitive to energies, words and actions. 
As i said, maybe too much. 
It is my mission to live with it, live in it..and stop criticizing. Because i do it.  All the time. 
"why am i...(fill in the blank)"
"why do i feel...(fill in the blank)"
"if only i was...(fill in the blank)"


All this over-analyzing, over-evaluating, over-judging,
All this hyper-mental-activity, the on-going, never-stopping, ever-lasting busyness,
hustle and bustle, toing and froing, coming and going...
where to?
what for?
but i guess i should really ask:
SO WHAT?


My mind is set towards the road of ease, flat-lining, relaxing and anxiety-dropping. 
The road is oh-so-not-easy! Habits have been engraved for years.
My desires, my wishes, my well-being has long been postponed...
I look forward toward this new grassy-field.  Let me close my eyes and picture it so:
Extensive grounds of green.  Long, thick, fresh grass on which to walk barefoot. 
A breeze that blows with and through me, uplifting. 
Twinkling colors.
An easy pace, for nothing rushes me, nothing holds me back. 
Safe. 


I describe all this, and depict it in "poetry", but I open my eyes and cherish what i have, what i've got and work with it. 
This is a new road to start walking upon.  
Having a voice, holding it proudly, uniquely and with care. 



Eddi Reader-- What You Do With What You've Got.

PAZ

Saturday.

Whitish sun lighting up the city.  The same sun that lights up all kinds of corners of the world—with different intensity, illuminating a myriad of shades and colors, a variety of skies.

Today I’m honoring peace.

Peace. Tranquility. Calmness. Restfulness. Quietness. Ease.

Even sometimes associated and defined as Order, Lawfulness, Harmony.

What would this world be without peace?

What would life be without it?

Could such thing even occur?

These are big questions, yes.  But lets indulge in them for a while.

Life, I personally believe, goes hand in hand with creation.  With a miraculous act of love, willingness and (I like to call it) fire, passion. Something withholds a particular desire to manifest itself, a reason to be, a dharma.  All conditions, external and internal, work together, collaborate to allow this divine happening.

It’s full participation, it’s fraternity, piece by piece, synching together to create.

Peace plays an important role.  How could any of this occur without it? Everything, everyone is here thanks to peace.  Peace, harmony is what binds us together, the knitting.  Our organs work in peace to make our blood run through our veins, let air fill our lungs, allow our hearts to pump, our eyelids to blink, our senses to perceive and our beings to feel.

I believe in opposition.  I acknowledge the existence of contrasting forces, two sides to a coin.  We know about life because we know there is death.  We know about harmony because there is dissonance. We know about love because we know about hate, enmity. 

We know about peace because we know about hostility. 

Today I call upon all…I call upon all creatures, silently, sincerely, energetically, to tune in to peace.  Whatever, however it resonates to your heart: whichever image, color, shape, form, and most importantly feeling it manifests to you.   

I want to dedicate today, consciously to the beautiful concept of svādhyāya: self-reflection, exploration, inquiry, awareness of/to our actions.  What we do, how we relate to each other, how we treat our surroundings, our feelings, our intentions.

It’s a difficult task, uncomfortable, but a marvelous exercise, challenge.

A little confession: it comes and goes, it’s not easy, I struggle…but we can all struggle together. 

It’s not about judging, remember, it’s about peace.

I honor you today.

I honor peace.

Today, lets begin with today.

Shanti, shanti, shantih.

(peace, peace, peace)

POP!

Today the sun is shining--which unfortunately does not necessarily mean it's a whole lotta' warmer-- winter is filled with colors and peculiar crisp sensation, leaving the horrifying cold gray dull heavy days behind.
We've even had a few cats meow and meow and meow.  At first i thought we were having an intense neighbor-shrieking-baby situation, but no..cats.
It is known that August is the "month of cats" (mes de los gatos).  It's only July, but it gives me a little feeling of hope that August is right around the corner, and there IS a difference between July and August...even more between August-September!  Seeing warmer days ahead.
Oh sun, here we come...closer to you day by day.

Enough weather-talk.
My point to all this is COLORS.
Colors for me is pop.  Pop.
A boiling pot pops--exuding delicious smells.  Picture a popping tomato-basil soup for instance.
Popcorn.  A bag of popping corn.  Bada-boom a little grain into an expanded white puff.  Pop.
A bubble.  Made of soap...floating through the air. Pop. Disappearing into thin air.
A kaleidoscope.  It doesn't really pop, but colors and shapes and patterns pop out to sight.
Ooooo...bubble wrap!  Popping those little translucent round pore-like protuberances.  So much joy after every pop.

In conclusion, pop is lightness, it's a spark, it's wonder, it's almost a magical act.  Surprising, unexpected and fascinating.
It's an act of creation.
Well, this very very very deep reflection of mine--granted, it's saturday afternoon, hence not much should be expected-- i want to share creativity.
i want to share pop.
i don't know how else to describe it.  Viscerally it's pop for me.
It's hysterically fascinating, fun, colorful, creative and artistic.

Have a little pop with me...
Hit play.

**Needing/Getting

**White Knuckles (doggy-love!!)

** This too shall pass (fun!) 

** End Love

--Fía

SHINE A LIGHT, GIVE A VOICE

It takes only 4 minutes and 37 minutes.
That is probably how much it takes you to...cut your nails of your right hand? Or left, doesn't really matter.
Or...maybe put on some make up? (if you wear make up)
Or...get you through...2 subways stations?
Or...have an espresso?

So, why not hit play?
I think it's worth it.
No introduction needed.

My aim is to give a voice to the silent people,

to show the hidden lights behind the curtain of the great game.

The small worlds ignored by the media and the prophets of a global conflict.

* How important it truly is to have a voice, to be a voice and share some truth, shine a light. 

Ignorance and comfort does not allow growth, art, love, kindness and basically life.

* I join her voice and encourage whoever (in any kind of way) comes into my journey to be brave, really open their senses, hearts, to live in the "uncomfortable", the "unknown", the "new". 

It is personal, it is small, unpretentious, it is from within, but the voice will find its way. 

* Did Monika ever think that her voice would spark & live inside a young lady in the Southern hemisphere, the country of Chile and the city of Santiago?

What about where you are? 

SHINE A LIGHT

GIVE A VOICE. 

--Fía.

BEAUTY, PEACE

BEAUTY

PEACE
"If we want there to be peace in the world, we have to be brave enough to soften what is rigid in our hearts, to find the soft spot and stay with it. We have to have that kind of courage and take that kind of responsibility.  That's the true practice of peace."
Pema Chödrön- Practicing Peace in Times of War. 


**Global Retreat: Practicing Peace.  This Saturday!  Join me!  
Check it out: 
http://pemachodronfoundation.org/events-schedule/practicing-peace-birthday-retreat/

Today I want to dedicate a little bit of my time and cyber space to these two concepts, ideas and feelings.  
Yes, because I believe we have all thought about/with beauty and peace...and have all felt (with) beauty and peace.  And isn't it simply delicious? Delicious and, not less important, something miraculous happens as well: once you enter the living cycle of beauty and peace you generate more of it and feel immersed in the true desire to share it and create more of it too.
At least it's never happened to me (or i've never met anyone who has confessed me so) that I say: 
"oh, this is rubbish, i want this--whatever expression sensation of beauty & peace-- to stop!" 


I don't think it's fortuitous that I came across the words of Dr. Joe Dispenza (once again) where he stipulates...i'm paraphrasing here...
The body responds to a thought by having a feeling, therefore creating a response in the brain. The brain then undergoes a bodily reaction generating chemical messengers. So in other words, you begin to think the way you are feeling. Thinking creates feeling and then feeling creates thinking, all in a continuos cycle. 
Super cool, eh? 


It could be serendipitous, but it's actually something i've been discussing with my psychiatrist lately, and personally for me it's probably where science meets divinity. 
We are not machines where there is an estimated, calculated, programmed input and output. 
We are not formulas, equations or come with specified set of instructions, a manual. 


We are all unique, we are all powerful, we are all beautiful, full of potential, hold great divinity and responsibility. 


That's Beauty and Peace to you us all today. 


--Fía.

Happy Happiness!

Why not be happy?
Why not THINK happy? 
Why not FEEL happy? 


it all sounds so simple and straight forward...boiling it down to those terms. 
There are two possibilities: 
   ***Walk the road of well-being, contentment (where containing plays an important role: continuity). 
or
   *** Walk the road of anger, unease and resentment. 


do you need a minute to think about it? 


It is easier said than done--trust me-- and it's not easy to 1) take a minute to evaluate how we are treating ourselves, 2) be absolutely honest with ourselves and accept hardwired behaviors, and 3) begin to let go, surrender and take over the chariot/steering wheel leaving guilt, animosity and bitterness aside. 


So, let's focus on happiness. 
Let's just start with that.  
Thinking about it...remembering it. 
Remember happy.
Happy
Happy
Happy


I'm not the only one on this frequency.  I could name millions.  
Here is just a couple--take a look!

DR. JOE DISPENSA--

There is an emerging field of science called psychoneuroimmunology that has demonstrated the connection between the mind and the body. I can describe what I learned in these simplistic terms: Your every thought produces a biochemical reaction in the brain. The brain then releases chemical signals that are transmitted to the body, where they act as the messengers of the thought. The thoughts that produce the chemicals in the brain allow your body to feel exactly the way you were just thinking. So every thought produces a chemical that is matched by a feeling in your body. Essentially, when you think happy, inspiring, or positive thoughts, your brain manufactures chemicals that make you feel joyful, inspired, or uplifted. For example, when you anticipate an experience that is pleasurable, the brain immediately makes a chemical neurotransmitter called dopamine, which turns the brain and body on in anticipation of that experience and causes you to begin to feel excited. If you have hateful, angry, or self depracating thoughts, the brain also produces chemicals called neuropeptides that the body responds to in a comparable way. You feel hateful, angry, or unworthy. You see, your thoughts immediately do 
become matter.






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