I gotchu baby girl, I am your own best friend
Photography by Ashley Burnstad | Jewelry by Amanda Hunt
I gotchu baby girl, I am your own best friendI am your teacher, your healer, your loverI am simply you-- your higher self summonedFrom the depths of you within, I am you, your soulI am always near my love, even when you seem to lose controlFind me, feel me, for I am always hereI am the stillness within with a voice that may seem quiet like the windUntil you stop to listen the way you would the treeslike the sound of the rustling, the turning of the leavesThe more you tune inthe more I become aliveThe love, the self, the you within-- together we will thrive
The silence of the bath house.
Soft whispers. Water. Ripples. Drops. Deep inhales and exhales, wet feet on the ground.
The smell of cedar, the taste of cucumbers in spa water. Eucalyptus steam.
Bathing naked ladies of different shapes, sizes, and colors-- but all with the same relaxed expression. We move about and lay about in a dreamy steamy haze. Together we soak, we breathe, we relax, we release, we sigh, we sweat, we let go. We wash away all of our troubles and soak in the divine feminine that we are. Unbeknownst to some of us, we are all sharing this collective worship of us.
After bathing bliss I make my way through the ammenities. Bottomless lotions and potions. The dreamy haze starts to lift and I notice that as the women put on their clothes, I recognize their familiar presence less and less. We layer on the filters of fabric that garment our naked and soft bodies, we dress our personalities in patterns and colors, sealing our exibitions with buttons and zippers-- and we come back to our clothed and civilized selves.
It’s interesting when I hear people say “I am spiritual” or “I am not spiritual,” as if it was something you could choose to belong to. We are all essentially spirit and therefore-- spiritual beings. You can, however, be unaware of it. Being spiritual doesn’t have to look or sound a certain way. There is no “one” way to enjoy your spiritual birth right. Although there are many lovely ways to embrace and be with your spiritual essence, it doesn’t make you more spiritual to have a guru, be vegan, practice yoga, go on retreats, and listen to a monk with a shaved head speak on non-attachment. No, these aren’t the things that make you spiritual. Spirituality is what you are and it can be captured in absolutely everything around us and in every moment.
- a mother’s gaze into her child’s eyes
- it is that deep sigh you take when you feel the cool breeze on a hot summer day
- it is when you fall in love, when you exchange a smile with a stranger
- when you cook for the people you love
- when you take a hot bath
- making love to your lover
- when you laugh so hard you cry
- when you grieve for someone you miss
- when you are vulnerable
- when you feel lost
- when you feel found
- when the sunset leaves you in awe as you inch your way through bumper-to-bumper traffic
- when you miss someone
- when you breathe deeply
- when you relish in the scent of a flower
- when you are enamored by the moon
- when you create something meaningful with your hands, words, and thoughts
You see, spirituality is essentially being true to who you are and being present with what is happening at that very moment.
Security is merely an illusion.If you think your schedule, your botox, your insurance, your marriage certificate, your 401K, and the deadbolt on your door is going to keep you safe from change and the happenings of life—think again.
Nothing is guaranteed.
Nothing can give you solid ground but your own trust in yourself and the purpose of existing-- That is the only solid ground upon which you can stand.
Your existence, my existence, our existence; it all has a purpose. Purpose may manifest itself in infinite ways but the underlying current remains the same-- to feel, to learn, to heal, and have a human experience.
A metaphor of this purpose and the connecting thread that makes it all a part of the same fabric is much like the journey of a raindrop.
As a raindrop, a manifestation of condensed water vapor, becomes heavy enough is released from the condensated cloud and falls through the sky. It dances with the wind and cleanses the air. Sometimes it becomes a snowflake. As the rain drop reaches the mountains, trees, flowers, soil, animals and beings-- it's purpose then becomes to quench, give life, and help sustain it. Some drops become part of the ocean. There are many journeys that each drop encounters and yet they all come from the same source, they always existed, they always come back in some form, and none are ever destroyed.
And so it goes on and on, as one purpose leads to another purpose, all with a shared existence relative to one another and serving a purpose in a collective eco-system-- universe. The underlying current within all these moments and happenings are to fall, to touch, to absorb, to give, to receive, to grow, to share, and to love. That raindrop reaches each and every one of us, now what purpose will you carry on?