Allow, process, FLOW

A quick note

Just to give you some insight into this post before you read this..

I woke up. 8am. Baby NOT serving as my alarm.

I felt a NEED, a DRIVE to get myself out of bed.

“Stream of consciousness writing”

–> that phrase popped into my head.

And so, I allowed.

This post is literally me, sitting on my couch, typing literally anything and everything coming up in my mind, one after the other. No edits except for some spelling errors.

I just

Zoned OUT
Tuned IN

and

Allowed THROUGH

and..

I hope you enjoy 🙂

❤ B

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Stream of consciousness writing: Take 1

Onimonipia namonapia
Onimonipia namonapia..

Flowers
Mil cores

Lights

I am the mountain
The ground you stand upon
The grasses

Light
And fresh
And dewey

I am the planter
And the planted

I am the wind and
I am the moon

I am the wolf
Who
Cries out
Too

I am me and
I am
YOU

Pillows and blankets
Help the days to pass by

A little more quickly
And comfortable

A gleam in your eye

Who’s eye?

I used to be shy
A little girl

Oh how the years they pass by
I let out a sigh

Of relief
Of remembrance
Of gratitude
And awe

I sigh a breath
Of relief
And release

That it’s all..

Just so magnificent
In it all

Time
Time
Time

It keeps on a passin’
Us by

Don’t even have to think about it
Sometimes I cry

Deep sorrowful cries

For why does the time pass us all

So quickly?

And so slow at times
It’s all so
Contradictory

The mountain tops
Oh I gaze at them now

Oh how gorgeous
I see
I honor them
I bow

For there is reverence for
The man who lives in the sky

The universe that holds us
The spirits who guide

I believe I can fly
What an age old song

The birds

They do it

And we can too,
Let’s sing along

I’m so grateful for this boundless opportunity
To sit here and write

The dew
It melts
Into the earth
At my sight

The rains
And the winds
They come and go
As they please

As if by command
Or wishes
Or desires

The ivy
The mires

Prisons
And walls

That we live in for years
Holding firmly
To this idea

In our minds

That we somehow deserve this
The good
Bad

And so

I continue typing
And writing this
Though

My tongue
Drenched in thirst
And my body
Achy, tired

Boiling up some cinnamon tea
I smell smoke
Cigarettes
A fire

Sounds tum tum tum
And song birds sing with glee

What a beautiful
Wonderful
And gorgeous day

To wake up
This earth
To be me.

I love you
And I love me

Let’s all choose
To set ourselves

FREE.

XOXO,
❤ Momma B

P.S. My timer went off as soon as I pressed the period. chha-chinnnng!!! Time for some tea 😀 Until later my friends!

Sem Celular (without a cell phone)

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A journal entry from today at the cafe in Florianópolis, Brazil where I currently reside. I deliberately left my cell phone at home, so that I could disconnect from everything, the world. So that I could be present to the moment, and see what shows up, and where it leads me.

I hope you enjoy ❤

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.
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It just feels….

A bit..

EMPTY.

(Sitting here, without a cell phone.)

Ooooh.

That way,
I make SPACE
For something
NEW.

I love that.

(Thoughts for the moment)

We’ve gotta love that
Which is different

After all,
We all ARE…
Already.

Be more of that which you already are…deep within.

That in itself is beautiful.
Needing nothing added to it.

We are all magnificent creations
Of God.

Creatures unique
Distinct

And for some odd reason
(to survive I suppose, survival instincts)

We spend our entire lives
trying SO HARD

Working endlessly
To be

That which we are
NOT

In order
to be

Liked
And loved,
Accepted
And approved of.

So I say again…

Be more of that which you already are,

That which you TRULY are.

And THAT
In itself
is what draws people IN…

Without us even having to
TRY
So hard.

It’s kind of like that old saying goes…

When we finally stop trying so hard
to have a thing

When we finally GIVE UP
(So to speak)

The thing that we were wanting so badly

To get,
To achieve

ARRIVES.

It literally shows up
On our doorstep
Unannounced

As a gift,
I believe.

And we get to
RECEIVE IT.

And so,
Today.

Today today today….

I BE REAL.

With who I am.

And who I am becoming.

I be

MESSY
Crazy
Deliberate
Direct.

And I invite you to do the same.

Try it on for size.

See how it feels.
See how you like it.

(I say, as I have foam on the brim of my nose, receiving odd looks from my barista and some laughter, haha)

Be the one who is reacted TO…
And I’ll be here waiting.

XOXO,
❤ Momma B

P.S. Messiness is beautiful. ❤ So do more of that, hehe 😀