There's a way to live life with intimacy, with direct contact with our experiences. Living in this way brings a richness to life. We also gain a deep knowing of the beauty of being. Intimacy penetrates the veils that come between us and reality and liberates us from much friction in our lives. But living with such openness can be difficult. We must feel everything more deeply, including our pain.
I haven't perfected this way of living, but I’m constantly striving. And I've caught many a glimpse into what's possible. It's an ongoing practice that requires presence and openness. And openness means vulnerability…
Beginning the important conversation on Intimacy and Vulnerability.
The excitement of the spring isn’t just in our heads. It’s in our bodies and in our loins. The bright warm sun beaming down paired with the fecundity of wet earth, give rise to flowers galore. Flowers, in case you’d forgotten, are the beautiful sex organs of the plant world.
We all know what it’s like to feel stuck. We can’t figure out how to connect more deeply with our partner or what our next career step should be. When we feel stuck there’s a pervasive underlying dissatisfaction along with the frustration from not seeing a solution.
The cool sleek hardwood floor brace my feet as I stand amongst a mixture of friends, acquaintances, and strangers while a flood of tears stream down my face. My chest heaving, my crying audible, and I’m navigating a flood of thoughts while trying to stay present with the emotions flowing through me. I’m at the Avalon ballroom at the end of Movement Mass, and Rising Appalachia is singing “Bright Morning Stars” through the sound system.