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.