Oh... I love you Amber. To show up raw and open for us to love you and support you.
I feel like awards and trophies and accolades should be given out these days to those who show up raw and messy and real because that can be the hardest of the hardest. Anyone can get good at sports or music or throwing shit around the field or writing for that matter, but so few of the few show up for real, 100% spirit, where we can go and just be who we are raw alive vulnerable. They just don't hand out trophies for that kind of thing, but if I ran the world I'd make it a thing.
Anyway... anyone can get good at the shiny stuff that looks good to be good at, but so few of us can get good at vulnerability. So awards and trophies and confetti and candy and hugs and candles to you Amber.
If I had Amber's courage, I'd show up more often in tears or raw or open out there in the world with so many rules and edges and old ways of being that no longer need be; no wonder so many of us often feel so alone and pointless: we often look inward towards self-blame, whereas there is still a huge dysfunctional world out there that has forgotten intimacy. And this takes atoll. This takes a huge toll that no amount of protesting can disarm unless we are talking a heart Revolution, a revolution of the highest hearts of ourselves, to show up as love with love. Not with anger or Wars or this is mine that is yours, but with our hearts.
But what does this really mean? How do we begin to show up hurting in this Modern Age where battle of wits, battle over he knows the most and scares the most is in charge? Of course I don't have the answers, but I know writing helps a whole lot. And of course smiling at babies; that is what Jude and I do... we smile at babies... let them know that that the world is also very much a loving place. I think that's what it comes down to. We show up with our hearts where it's safe. "Satellites," as Deb says. And we leave the light on when we go.
Love,
Rox
