Carnal Zen

~Finding the balance between earthly delight and spiritual enlightenment~

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Carnal Zen is my forum to explore all the ideas, contradictions, religions and credit card bills that pepper my life.

Mich commented on my last post today.  My words, my thoughts were confirmations she was waiting on from the universe.  I was thrilled today to hear I’d been a conduit.  A muse.  I wish her the VERY best in her exciting new endeavor in whatever form it takes.

Now, back to me.  An hour after getting that comment from Mich, I started unwinding from the day.  Corona in one hand, mouse in the other.  BAM.  Just like that I stumbled upon a blog with the exact words I’d been trying to muster all day.  I read it twice.  I called a girlfriend and read it to her.    

All day I had tried to find a path from resentment to acceptance.  I resent the repeated delays that have kept Mate away.   I resent his employers who are empowered to let him come home but are too consumed with selfish needs.  I resent the minutes, days and months spent apart (even though I have lived them fully).  I don’t resent Mate.  We are in this together.  If I had known before what I know now, I would not have chosen any differently.  So there I was.  Deliberately trying to rise above, to find some path that could keep both our spirits up as we wait and I discovered these words, quoted on this blog:

It is not a surrendering of self. But rather, a time when you scramble a bit to find your footing, and then stand in your own power and look the Vast Beast in the eye and say, “I choose this.” I choose this thing that can both protect me and tear me apart; that can and will bring me my most enthralling joys and my most excruciating and unanticipated pain. I choose the risk. I choose the possibility of endings. I chose to be as simpatico as old souls and to be equally, heartrendingly misunderstood. I choose to be at intervals rashly taken advantage of and unexpectedly worshipped. I choose this terror and this beauty. I choose love.
–Rachelle Mee Chapman

Did you know that when used as a noun the word inspiration is defined as: both divine guidance and as the act of breathing in?  Breathe it in.  Breathe.    Love to all my muses!

 

3 Responses to “Inspirational Whiplash”

  1. Wow. That was power!

    Michelle O'Neil

  2. I agree with Michelle - pretty powerful!

    I do believe we’re all each other’s muses, and in fact - ultimately - the universe’s muses.

    mich
    x.

    Mich

  3. Wonderful! You are definitely one of my muses! :-)

    Lori

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