Alive
Last week, I experienced a “health event” that reminded me…
I came here to be human.
To have this life, and this body.
To have a variety of experiences.
To learn through both pleasure and adversity.
A rich tapestry of texture and taste is the menu.
Life is a meant to provide us with a sensory banquet full of bitter and sweet, savory and salty dishes.
Being here, in this dimension of reality, walking in these exact shoes, is truly an honor.
The purpose of the spiritual path isn’t about leaving the body, ascension, or a trip to other planes of existence.
We are each unique, individual shards of the divine.
In an erotic relationship with the cosmos.
Meant to create intimacy within our biology.
The most elegant technology the universe ever imagined.
What it took for each of us to be here, to incarnate, is a marvel, a full on fucking miracle.
Each breath we each breath on the planet will never be replicated.
No two of us are the same.
And I’m so glad I get to be with other people, to relate, to play, to witness each other in this radical realm of creation.
It’s easy to loose perspective, getting stuck in the small stories out on the big screen.
To begin to feel resentful about my circumstances.
But when I stop contemplate the sheer magnitude of me, I am bowled over in ecstasy.
Not because I never experience suffering, or pain, but because I get to experience at all.
To fuck, to feel, to dance, and love. To grieve, to feel small and scared, and then remember who I am all over again.
I’m in love with it all. Grateful for it all. Supremely.
