Earlier today I received some rather annoying news. Instead of outwardly showing my irritation and anger, I put down my phone, picked up a book and started reading it. My friend was there and he made a comment about how seemingly calm my reaction was.
“What’s the point in getting mad about it,” was my reply. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Just like they teach in yoga.
This was all part of my efforts to be more positive and to see the best in the worst situations. I was especially conscious about this being that there’s a full moon tonight.
I felt so proud of myself. What an enlightened, highly evolved human being!
Uhhh, maybe not.
I just came upon this poem that made me reevaluate what it means to become a better person and I had to post it. The words are copied below but the video is so much more powerful. I recommend watching it.
“Be radically present with yourself.” That so resonates with me.
Stop shaming feelings of anger, of doubt, of depression and guilt.
It is not ‘less than’, it is not lower vibration.
It is not.
It is our human experience in full glory.
It is the vastness of our nature.
It just IS.
And the biggest tribute to the soul is to merge with that vastness.
To have the fucking tits or balls to feel what you feel.
Whatever it is.
Move with that energy.
Don’t blame others.
Don’t blame yourself.
Hear the intelligence of these feelings.
They are guides.
Visiting you in full trust of your essence: infinite love.
Dark guides that are just as sacred as our Light guides.
Let them visit you.
Let their intelligence speak.
Let their loyal visits remind you of how relentlessly they invite you to embrace them.
Even if you don’t.
Be radically present with yourself.
Be with the resistance, be with the openness.
Be with the bliss, be with the dirt.
And fuck anyone that tells you to ‘suck it up’, ‘to change the way you feel in order to heighten your vibration’, ‘be at peace’ when you most certainly feel like fire is blazing out of your belly.
Fuck anyone that tells you how to feel.
I’m a glorious representation of nature.
I shine, I rain, I thunder, I storm, I am the noise and the silence.
And I will not be anything less to comfort you or your beliefs.
– Sharona Lautoe