Wednesday, November 30, 2011

On LOVE

"A heart broken open-
A crack in everything-
That's how the light gets in."  --SB

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

What I've Been Working For


My Power

It's strange, I know you read these typed words, yet I don't always know who "you" are.  Sometimes, I wonder if my ex reads this blog - which would be ironic because, when we were together, my fluency with the written word intimidated him.  I type this because, after reflecting upon just a touch of what he taught me a few posts back, he recently reached out to tap in.  He just became engaged - of which I am whole-heartedly happy about.  At 38, this bold move of his is inspiring him to take other big steps in his life - like finally making that trip to China.  And, again, I am grateful.  Whatever it takes.  However, he's a powerful man who is in tune with the Universe and the Earth.  From the start of our relationship seven years ago, I would just have to think of him and he'd call.  Deeply intuitive, he could read me and any situation like the back of his hand.  Thus, he doesn't have to read me to feel me. 

So, we met up for Pho because he wanted to be sure that the dogs - our dogs - would be taken care of during his travels.  And I marveled at how our relationship is evolving.  For a long time, I didn't think I could be friends with my ex but now I'm beginning to see the light.  I gotta admit that I am hoping for life to work out the way that I've been working towards.  I miss my dogs.  Raising Power taught me so much about the simplicity of interaction.  I watched him run up to strangers and ask for what he wanted (which is always attention) and, truth be told, I've copied his lack of fear ever since.  Power has these eyes that are pure, clear and so-much-more-than-just-an-"animal."  He is one of my truest friends and I await the day when we are living together once more - just as it should be.

Last night, sadness visited me and it had been awhile since I had felt an emptiness within.  Although I am great at being alone, it's not really what I want.  My whole being desires, needs to live in community - with my dogs, with people of all ages and backgrounds, with Love.  So, I've been working towards creating space for more of us to bee together and I am hoping that this new time - of Mayan prophecy & 2012 - brings exactly that.  Relationships aren't easy, yet I find the loyalty that comes with long-term engagement to be one of the most rewarding and gratifying experiences in my short life.  As Gina says, "Relationship is the essence that feeds our Soular Power."  Indeed.

I guess I'm also hoping that next time around I'll swing into the middle ground.  After my ex, I found myself loving the opposite extreme of someone who has to read me to feel me.  Yet, power seems to surround this relationship too because no matter where I go people have to fill me in on this Other without any pre-emption from me and I think, "WTF?"


I'm not a hippie, by the way.  
I'M A WITCH!
 

Monday, November 28, 2011

The Mass of Miracles, take II

The past week was illuminated with the sweet taste of brilliant success.  Taking to a stage to "reform" (in lieu of "perform"), the Soular Power Brigade brought our organic, fresh beats, rhymes, rhythms and moves to Victor Villasenor's SnowGoose Global Thanksgiving where, thanks to Victor's assist, we led a 250 person+ conga line around the family's Oceanside ranch.  Later that week, I said to my newest business partner, Gina Tang, that "it'll be interesting to experience a "fail.""  "We can't fail," she responded.  "It's Soular Power."

So, Thanksgiving 2011 has come and gone and we are slip sliding into 2012.  The Spaghetti Social Goddess created an Italian and traditional feast of magnanimous proportions and shared it here in the Hive with a 25+ strong circle of diverse San Diegans.  I worked hard that day to maintain the integrity of this space, and though I wasn't surrounded by my closest of loved ones, I appreciated witnessing people's shoes coming off and the sinking into the moment that transgressed.  A group of strangers even found themselves willingly caught up in massaging each other's backs, feet and hands, in one corner of the Hive.

Earlier in the afternoon, four of us sat together in a meditation that consisted of deep breathing, setting intention, sharing observations and intoning.  And, later that night, when the Hive had emptied out by 9pm and three of us were left chatting on the couch, one of the men - who had been part of the earlier sitting meditation circle - insisted that we come together in intention once more.  Although I was absolutely beat, I had to run with his inspiration - especially after hearing him practice the T'ai Chi breaths he had just learned.

With some nervous energy, he gathered the three of us together and began our circle by offering gratitude.  And all my insides were cheering and whooping and hollering and bowing down and saying, "YES YES YES!"  Miracles, like successes, come in all shapes and sizes.  Some magical moments are so grand that their success burns like a giant orb of gas emanating brilliant light from the center of one's being.  Most of the time, however, miracles are small and witnessed by very few - but not because they happen so infrequently.  In fact, miracles can and do happen all the time and in many moments - I guess our human eyes just dull to their luster after living each day in their fullness.  Regardless of their size, however, miracles are equal in weight.

So, this past Saturday, the Soular Power Brigade was off-tune and out-of-sync and, as a result, we were too chaotic to generate and sustain a "palpable surge" of Soular energy.  By all accounts, we experienced the "fail" that Gina had, just that day, said we weren't capable of.  Yet, the difference is that even with a hint of "failure," the evening was successful and miraculous in its own right.  Through this process of trying to run with something, we're learning what does and doesn't work.  And in continuing to invite others in who have yet to experience Soular Power we are
"facilitating freedom,
sharing synergy,
connecting communities,
and promoting prosperity!"


It seems that failure no longer appears as it once did.  
And, that, in and of itself is a MIRACLE.

The Mass of Miracles

Weight has been on my mind, of late.  Perhaps, it's because of the return of my curves.  Ironically enough, since moving into the Hive almost exactly one year ago, I've been dancing less and sitting more.  Thus, my ass has expanded (and so have my thighs and my belly).  And, I don't mind.  In fact, I like it.  I enjoy that this body of mine can take on and let go of weight.  It feels natural and healthy.

When my BodyMind does try to guilt me into feeling some sort of malcontent because of the shape of my container, I just always remember how I USE it.  In the end, how I move this body through time and space far outweighs any trivial notions of what it "should" look like.  So, I've been contemplating weight lately and I've been noticing how it invisibly shows up in our relationships, too.  In the recent past, a few others (namely, younger men) have expressed that intimacy with me can feel "heavy."  I receive their words and I can relate - I have a best friend whom I have recently moved through a prolonged period of tension with.  Whenever just the two of us would spend quality time alone together, resistance - to what I perceive as "her heaviness" - would rise up in my body.

And, my feelings weren't fiction.  This woman has known and does know great suffering - far deeper than anything my innocence has been privy to.  Sometimes, its scary brushing up against such depth.  Yet, what I am learning through this process is that this depth is exactly what creates a container for holding space.  Sadness, pain, trauma and all of their residual by-products are real - no matter how much we only wish to focus on the positive.  When we are in relationship with each other, we must be able to be in the discomfort of these "shadows" as well as all of the lightness and fun.  

Interestingly enough, I have others in my life whose presence feels so light, so lacking of mass, that I experience our connection as superfluous and tenuous.  It's as though there isn't enough gravity to maintain orbit around each other so, instead, we go flinging off into some other, new galaxy.  Sometimes, I even experience this with people who's bodies are extremely pinched and thin.  It's like there's nothing to grab onto, nothing that keeps the relationship in motion, but air and gas.  Ultimately, I just want to chase and be chased on this great playground of Life, but without weight holding us down to the planet, there's nowhere to run.

 

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Eat, Sleep, MOVE! (take III)

MOVE!

I refrained from calling myself a dancer for years because people have such funny notions about dancing, such as "not being able to do it."  And, everyone knows, that we are all dancers.  We were born to dance just as we were born to sing!  And it's absolutely heartbreaking to see people having a body but forgetting how to in~joy being embodied! 

The best part of DANCING is that it is ALL ABOUT RELATIONSHIP.  Yours, specifically.  
Dance is walking, for example.  You use your feet to press into the Earth and this Action propels your Body forward through space.  So, dance then is about your relationship to the EarthGroundFloor below your feet, first and foremost. 


Thus, in Dancing, you don't have to do the splits, spin on point, or look like the people on TV or in Music Videos.  
You can Surf, Ride A Bicycle, or Go for a Long Walk.
You can play tennis, snowboard, run a 5K, or climb a tree.
You can do whatever your heart desires, the point is to do something.  Yes, you can sit here.  And, don't just sit there.  MOVE!


It's why you're here - on planet Earth, now.  To USE YOUR BODY.  To fling through time and space.  To rub up against something (or someone).  To be pulled into an Other's orbit because their gravity is just so bold, so strong, so full of Mass.  
To careen wildly and wantonly.  To cooperatively move in synchrony.  To Bee as One.


Last Sunday, after the Soular Power Brigade had spent half an hour attempting to move a pre-Thanksgiving crowd of North County San Diego community members, the potluck's host came over the mic and began imploring those who had remained stationary and static in their lawnchairs to "MOVE!  Move Your Ass," Victor cried.  And, we sang right along with him.  
"Wherever your ass goes, your head follows," he said.


YES! 
Indeed.


MOVE!

Eat, Sleep, MOVE! (take II)

SLEEP

I just recently read an article in the "Health" section of the SD Union Tribune - it was a piece about how scientists have been "proving" that deep REM sleep is essential for a healthy life.  And, I'm like "Duh.  They PAY people to "prove" the obvious?" 

If you haven't noticed, I am a human of immense energy.  A day I live for (and just recently experienced last Sunday) is when I am in the kitchen helping to prepare and serve food (because as one of my mentors, Christine Stevens, taught me, "Feeding others is the quickest way to Enlightenment,") as well as inciting others to dance, move, express and "Bee Free" all the while documenting and living the process!  WHEW!  It's a lot of energetic output and the only way I can maintain it is by having sufficient rest.


In the Hive, I literally have a cave.  I have a small space that is my inner most chamber.  It is where I retreat to just about every night to replenish my Self.  It's dark and quiet and perfect for dropping in to deep REM (rapid eye movement).  It's a luxury that I provide for myself because I cannot function without good sleep.  Others are always welcome to sleep in the Hive and they do (two people are now catching up on their rest while laying on a blowup mattress), as I "selfishly" make my way into my private space.  I take this pleasure honestly and without remorse.  Because I know how I give, I also know how to take for my Self.

My ex-boyfriend believes that because we spend 1/3 of our lives sleeping then we should have an extremely comfortable bed and pillows.  I agree with him and I did become addicted to his memory foam mattress and pillows during our 4 year relationship.  However, my preference has always been more eastern in nature.  I love the floor, so that's where you'll find me - with just enough padding to provide comfort for my aging bones.  

Also, restrict the amount of media that you allow into your most sacred space.  Fill it, instead, with what deeply feeds you - like photographs of your loved Ones; good books to lay down with; mood lighting; images & words of Beauty & Inspiration.  I also like to have my deepest seed dreams written, painted, drawn out and hanging in this space.  As they help to remind me of my INTENTION for Being Here, Now.


Honor your body with what it needs by not inundating it with stimuli.  
Let it Rest.  
Let it Be.  
You Deserve.

Eat, Sleep, MOVE!

(preface:
Yes, I was profoundly touched by a book I read a few years back, entitled "Eat, Pray, Love."  At the time, I was spending good company, for intense weeks at a stretch, with a few "writers" and they were quite snobbish about Gilbert's work.  "It's too formulaic," they judged.  But I didn't care.  I loved every bit of her stories, her travels, her structure, her creativity & her self-deprecation.

Then, not too long after I published my graduate portfolio, the architecture of which was inspired by Elizabeth's use of the japa mala for organizing her journey of Self-Discovery through the 3 I's of Italy, India & Indonesia, I posted a piece here about "5 Instant Tips to Be Happier Now."  It's the singular piece of writing on this blog that has had the most "hits." 

Today, I am revising my advice for Happiness and have edited it down to 3 simple words.
Yep, you guessed it:

EAT, SLEEP, MOVE!)

EAT

WITHOUT SHAME, & WITHOUT GUILT.  EAT. WITH A SMILE & IN GIVING THANKS.  EAT LOTS OF GREENS - THEY PROVIDE YOU WITH THE NUTRIENTS YOUR BODY NEEDS IN ORDER TO ABSORB THE WATER TO KEEP YOU HYDRATED.  Spend $20 a week on purchasing fresh, locally-grown, organic greens from your Farmer's Market, or go to the store and buy organic Kale, Chard, Collard Greens, leeks, beets & more.  Toss all of the greens into a bowl with sunflower & sesame seeds, with raisins, kiwis, persimmons (whatever is in season) and top it all off with a savory or sweet dressing.  Or, toss all of the ingredients into a large pot with carrots, potatoes, tomatoes, and whatever else you fancy, and drink the broth and eat the stew.  Keep it warm on your stove top.  Serve it to friends during potluck meals. 

And, Eat what you like ~ I LOVE ICE CREAM, PIZZA, Frijole, Arroz y Queso Burritos, & beer.  I love chocolate and cookies - yum!  

I'm an omnivore and it's a dillemmna, YES!  And, I try to remember that animals are made up of energy too, so I want the energy I put in my body to be healthy - to have had room to run around and breathe, & to have enjoyed tasting the sweet fruit of this Earth during its short lifetime.  So, I try not to consume animal products that have been factory-raised in inhumane ways.

Eat.  Let your ass and your waist expand - in and out, out and in - like your heartbeat, like  your lungs.  You are not meant to be two-dimensional and of the same size and shape all the time.  You are meant to expand and flourish and to contract and hibernate.  

Eat.  Your mass is the gravity that attracts others into orbit around you.  Just as Elizabeth wrote about learning during her sojourn in India, "I arrived into Italy pinched and thin."  Too many of my women sisters eyeball their food intake with, seemingly, a sense of external judgment heavy in their gaze.  "Cast off these chains of mental slavery," I beseech them.  Our very weight is the heart of the matter.


 

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Bee-ing the Dream

What do you dream?
What visions have danced before your eyes since you were a child?
When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?


Have you lived these dreams?  Are you living them now?  

More than likely, you're not.  Not because you don't deserve to or that you are somehow unworthy, but because your dreams have been bred out of you.  More than likely, you've been conditioned to think that those silly dreams were simply made-up of illogical and idealistic fantasies.  This is what the adults want US to believe.  Adults are dream-robbers and as each of US grows into this horrific role, we steal the beautiful visions right out of one another's hands.  Either slapping them way, or laughing maniacally at their "ridiculousness" until our collective mania - of running from our Selves and hiding from our own beautiful destiny - has become a complacent and apathetic "normal." 

Personally, this is why I've found intimacy to be one of my best guides.  An up close and personal look right into my own heart has, time and again, provided me with the deep, "Wake up!" electro-magnetic shock that my pulse has needed for a jump start to re-member.  To reclaim the dreams that still seep through my subconscious, that still seek to be made manifest in the cellular core of my very being.  

A few years ago, I came to a place where I knew I had to take bold steps forward in my professional life because, if I didn't, I knew that I'd never be content.  My contentment has little to do with how well I succeed and everything to do with how well I can be in relationship with Others.  It also has everything to do with knowing that I gave myself the 100% fighting chance to live my dreams.  If I fail from here, then at least I know I tried.  At some point, I recognized that if I wanted to be free in deep intimacy then I needed to try and be free as me in the world.


More recently, I have become increasingly aware of those who are chasing dreams and those who are bee-ing the dream.  Dream chasers tend to be unclear as to why they are here and for what their purpose is.  The only way to discover these answers is to slow down, listen, ask questions and receive all forms of feedback - including the signs of synchronicity.  However, dream chasers often feel frustrated by their own lack of patience and fortitude in the process.  They've forgotten how to cultivate the space for sitting in the discomfort of not knowing.  Dream chasers run after that which is elusive - like money or attention.  They seek outside approval and are easily influenced by the ideas of those who represent "success."  Dreams chasers want so much to live their dream but they're so ruled by fear that they do not allow themselves to experience the turbulence between chasing the dream and being the dream. 

Without the turbulence of change, however, TRANSFORMATION cannot take place.

Dreamers are the ones who show up on your doorstep with the red rose.  They're the ones baking the cakes in the kitchen and building towards another beautiful tomorrow.  Dreamers are walking along the seaside now, tossing wishes like seashells into a churning tide.  They are the ones who smile at you for no apparent reason.  Dreamers will use any tool at their ready to try and communicate their visions.  They will attempt to enroll your help, time after time again.  Dreamers will sing out of key and drum off beat.  Dreamers will fall down and pick themselves up again.  The dreamers are where you want to invest your energy, time and resources. 

Take a long, look around you.  Identify where you stand in this life.  
It's never to late to remember those initial seed dreams of your youth.  It's never to late to Be a Dreamer once more.

And, if you recognize yourself as a Dream Chaser, then sit in this - damn it.
Feel it.  Feel the sadness of not knowing for why you are here or for what your purpose is.  At the very least, honor yourself to be deeply honest with where you are now.  It's okay to feel confused and unclear.  This is natural.  Pretending otherwise is just a false mask that most of US can see right through anyways.  Be brave.  Have heart.  Take your mask off.  You don't need it any longer.  You have US.  You are US.  A Dreamer - through and through to your very essence.  All you have to do is BELIEVE. 

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Marking Time

Souls Flaring on 11:11:11

The choice we do have, however, is how we choose to perceive this moment, now.  For years, I, personally, walked through the world with a metaphorical gray cloud cover over my head.  Everywhere I glanced, I saw blatant injustice - from the towering billboards promoting a white world of mindless consumption to the ramshackle shantytowns of vulnerable and destitute people of age, color, war, sex and youth, living on the streets.  The disharmony was like a repetitive jingle playing out over and over again in my BodyMind.  It made me angry.  Unfortunately, I had no outlet for my rage.  Instead, it simmered and stewed within, nearly eating me alive from the inside out. 

What I have always had, however, is my own fortitude and passion.  Reflecting deeply on my own place of bee-ing, I began to take notice that days would pass by when I would hardly smile.  I began to recognize my own false mask, the one I would don for the camera or for public appearances.  Yet, when I looked closely into the reflecting glass on my own eyes, what I saw there was opaque and apathetic.  It hurt and, yet, acknowledging my sadness was a step in the right direction.

"Okay, Cara," I said to myself. "You can continue to choose to focus on all the $hit that is Fu%$#@-up, or you can focus your gaze on a vision that you firmly believe in.  On a path that holds people, art, agriculture, celebration, community and faith, as its guiding light.  And a future that feeds your Soul, deeply.  Which one is it?" 

Sitting in the office where I typed out my graduate school portfolio (entitled "Diving Into Embodiment") of the home that I shared with my then boyfriend, I distinctly recall this conversation with myself.  It was a palpable shift, and there has been no looking back ever since.  That was in the late winter/early spring of 2009, and the time that has continued to flow under the bridge has been glorious.  Sure, there remains life experiences filled with heartache and mistakes.  What is different about this now is that the pain and sadness are all par for course.  Rather than trying to elude or hide from the inevitable, I now try to embrace and allow for all things to exist in their own way.  Even ME.  (Sometimes, my way is hard-headed, over-the-top passionate and critically constructive.  And, c'est la vie.)


So, today, I marvel at the path that has led me here, now.  At the shocking similarities as well as sharp differences between myself and others, between this year and last, between love and fear.  I honor each trusted step forward.  WE feel where we are leading.  Our vibrant hearts are brilliantly keeping the pulse as we reclaim our lost beat - to our selves, to each other and to this planet Earth, the only home we have ever known.  Now is Our Time.  Our Story is Unfolding.  We are the Ones we have been waiting for. 



 

Friday, November 11, 2011

What If There Was No Choice?

What if this story - of our lives now - had already been written?
What if these moments now were all unfolding just as they were meant to?
What if the long debate you had with yourself - over whether to turn right or left on your path in this life - didn't matter one bit?
What if the time you spent contemplating what to do and how to do it and what if the consideration you put, into choosing the right school, the right job, the right partner, and the right friends, was all just energy expended for naught?  What if, in the end, there really was no choice after all?


Would you live differently now?
Would you toss your arms up to the sky and rejoice for another moment?  
Would you forgive mistakes of the past, as well as those that are to come, of yourself and others?
Would you liberate your self from your own mental slavery and simply accept and allow for whatever arises?
Would you open up your arms wide and embrace the Universe?
Would you hug strangers and tell as many others as you could that you love them?

What if there was no such thing as free will?
What if we were simply parts of one large organism, biologically created to do what needs to be done in order to simply move forward?
What if you simply trusted that you are endowed with the talents, strengths, skills and tools now and that you have already been using them?
What if you believed that you are here for a very specific purpose and that this mission is already being played out?


Would you Love?  
Would you cry?  
Would you care?


What if you were to breathe deeply and sink in to the knowing that,
"Good Luck.  Bad Luck.  Who knows?"


Would you Let go?
Would you move on?
Would you want to?



Thursday, November 10, 2011

Sitting with the BEauty ~ 11:11:11




From the potently full moon with Jupiter shining brightly below it to the brilliant orange and pink skies illuminating an eastern, early morning horizon, this NOW is unmistakable.  E~motion has been flowing through my BodyMind SoulSpirit right along with it.  Whatever is taking place, the resonance of a shifting planet and its people can be felt - if you're willing to sit with it, that is.  And, that's the key to this portal - otherwise, the change is too subtle to notice.

Transformation is happening on a very deep, cellular level.  Planets are aligning.  Our galaxy is expanding.  Some even believe that the cosmos is waking up.  If we're lucky, we can wake up right along with it.  We can begin to notice that the dissonant hum of the "normal" of our everyday lives - of where to go and how to get there, of who to see and how to behave, of chasing a disappearing dollar while hungering for what isn't, of forcing outcomes and manipulating results - can drown out the beautiful symphony that is always available to our BodyMind's senses so long as we are willing to tune it in.  

(Do you want to tune it in?  If so, it's simple.  Turn off the media.  Unplug.  Refrain from spending a lot of your time being inundated by popular culture - including mainstream news, sugar pop radio and television.  Just for now.  These things aren't inherently bad.  They are simply external stimuli that can clog our senses, rendering us unable to feel what is below our temporal bodies.)

There is nothing to comprehend or understand about this NOW.  There is only the allowing for what is.  Most importantly, however, there is the recognition of just how important it is to feel.  We do not seek to "control" our emotions.  And, we do not need to try to focus our minds, focus our minds, focus our minds - like hypnotic robotics.  Rather, let's just sit with the Beauty - which includes the tragedy of all of the violence and chaos that we have submitted both this planet Earth, as well as our human selves, to.  (If you resist this statement, then I recommend you watch Roberto Benigni's film, "Life is Beautiful" once again.)

Let's just sit here until we can feel, once more, the pain and sadness of rampant clear-cutting of forests across our globe, including great devastation within the Amazonian basin.  Let's just sit here until we can feel the emptying out of our great oceans of the marine life that has sustained our ways of being for millennium.  Let's just sit here until we can feel the mass murder of innocent humans who refuse to bend to another way - whether that be the way of religion, the way of economics, or the way of government.  Let's just sit here until we can feel that all of this pain and suffering deeply resides in each one of US (and not just the 99% of US - ALL OF US.  100%)

Personally, this is why I have been crying.  Tears roll down my cheeks because of my own culpability.  Time and again, my own ego runs amok.  When I fall into believing that I am an identity in this body, then I can behave in ways that, more than anything else, end up causing me pain.  I can say things that are unnecessary - either in boasting cockily about myself or events that have yet to unfold or in gossiping negatively about others.  I can run maniacally after some illusive finish line - a hurtle that doesn't even exist - as though this now were some competition to win.  I can compare myself to others - usually "losing" out on the successful end of the winning stick.  I can forget that I am simply here to enjoy this adventure - to sit with the beauty of it and just feel it for what it is.  No where to get to.  No one to see.  Nothing to do.  Only this, now.

Yes, I can cultivate a place inside of me that trusts that everything is unfolding just as it was meant to.  I can believe that there is something much greater than little old me can even comprehend at play here.  I can recognize that this story has already been written.  I can allow that I have no choice in this life - except to arise each day anew with gratitude in my heart and with love on my lips.  I can live by a way in which - no matter what happens - I will say, "Good Luck.  Bad Luck.  Who knows?"

As we ascend into our Unity Consciousness, I hope you'll join me.    

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

11:11:11 ~ It Ain't No Joke


Together, We OCCUPY Our Bodies, Voices, Hearts, Minds & SoulSpirits

 "11:11 is said to be a pre-encoded trigger placed in our cellular memory banks prior to our descent into matter which, when activated, signifies that our time of completion and ascension is near...Eleven brings the gift of spiritual inheritance, is gifted as the "Light-Bearer."  It is the number of the Light within all.  Strengthened by the love of Peace, gentleness, sensitivity and insight.  Greatest facility is the awareness of Universal relationship.  Is related to the energy of Oppositions and the Balancing needed in order to achieve synthesis.   Eleven is The PeaceMaker... "  

(and White Buffalo Calf Woman Rides Again. 
SHE HAS RISEN!)

November 8th, 2011
The Portal has been open for some time now.  It climaxes this Friday night.  Have you entered it, yet?
At first, I thought it was all bull-hooey, too.  "They" said that this ascension into Unity Consciousness would mean that we no longer would need to use the physical technologies we create in order to communicate with each other.  And, I thought, "Yeah, right."  "They" said that all we would need to do is think/vibrate on what we are calling in and that it will appear.  And, I again, I questioned and didn't believe.
Now, however, the doubt no longer remains.  It is so and I will share a few examples of how with you here just in case you, like I once was, are a non-believer.  This past Friday night, a small circle of women gathered here in the Hive in which we discussed both the wounding as well as the healing of our Divine Feminine.  Naturally, our collective desire to be in relationship - which can all too often lead to imbalanced co-dependencies - was shared.  In circle, I reflected upon my experiences of primarily moving through the world as a single woman.  Afterward, I reflected on being in middle school and having the same, sweet schoolmate phoning my parent's home often.  "Cara," he would say.  "Why don't you have a boyfriend?"  My response was always the same, "Because I don't need one."  (I was twelve mind you.  ; )
Lo and behold, this weekend, I receive a text.  "Guess who?" it says.  "It's your old friend."  And, there he is, someone whom I have not had any contact with - outside of good ol' Facebook (of course) - since high school!  (And, that would be, um, 17 years ago!)  This has been a consistent happening for months now.  I think/feel/intuit/vibrate upon someone's bee-ing and s/he pops up in my world. 
Another example comes from my recent experience of dancing with Jim Moreno as he recited the poem he had written about dance, which was inspired by a very specific dancer here in San Diego.  A wonderful muse alighted on his shoulder after our experience at the La Mesa SpaceBar, so we will be re-forming together again this Thursday night at Cal State San Marcos.  He has since revised his prose - the conclusion of which now reads, 
"she was born to dance her beauty born to dance
love smoke wind shadow smile proud dancer
lithe jillian born to leap to fly over mountains
lyric jillian born to music lovely jillian born to dance
born to dance for freedom, born to dance for justice
her dance speaks to us, her dance sings to us,
her dance reminds us
(I say) We
( I point to the audience and they say) Occupy
Her dance sings to us
We
Occupy
for the children
We
Occupy
for the generation who can't afford an education
We
Occupy
for the millions with no health care
We
Occupy
for the workers daily dying in the desert
We
Occupy
for the 99%
We
Occupy
To remind Main St is more important than Wall Street
We
Occupy
for Mother Earth sick with fever from corporate arrogance
We
Occupy
for the immigrant marginalized by ignorance
We
Occupy
for women wounded by chauvinism
We
Occupy
for the jobs the 1% eliminate for profit
We
Occupy
for our wages to improve to living wages
We
Occupy
to transform all wars to peace
We
Occupy
to stop the war in streets
We
Occupy
to return a woman's choice with her body
We
Occupy
to transform all wars to peace
to transform all wars to peace
We
Occupy
In the spirit of nonviolence
We
Occupy
to transform all wars to peace."

And, true to form, someone I don't really know posts a video on my Facebook wall of this same Jillian that Jim is speaking of being interviewed by the local news at Occupy SD.  
(Pa-dow!  
HOW DO LIKE ME NOW?)

THIS NOW IS REAL BECAUSE WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN CONNECTED.  DEEPLY.  IRREVERENTLY.  OUR HUMAN BLOOD AND OUR EXISTENCE ON THIS PLANET EARTH IS A TIE THAT BINDS US.  TOGETHER.  
TAP IN.  FEEL IT.  KNOW IT.  BE IT.

This Friday, 11/11/11, wherever you find yourself, see this intention.  Vibrate on it.  We are one and the same.  Cut from the same cloth.  Let's move forward, together.  Hand in hand, like brother and sister.  Until then, listen to some "Love Frequency" to help drop you in to this NOW.  Here's a link.


Speak it, my brother!  NOW is the Time! 

Friday, November 4, 2011

A Queen Bee Exits Her Cave (or, video footage of Cara dancing)


Allow me to contextualize these captured moments in time.

Local poet Jim Moreno holds an amazing, monthly open mic night that is an all-ages and all-inclusive event for a diverse group of local San Diego artists, activists and families.  On October 27, 2011, Jim invited me to dance to one of his spoken word pieces at the SpaceBar in La Mesa, which is a wonderfully comfy and cozy gathering space. 

Although Jim did send me his poem ahead of time and I did skim through it, I did not "practice" to the piece nor choreograph any set movements, or movement patterns.  I didn't want to be familiar with his poem - which is a flowing current of words that attest to what dance can look like and was inspired by the gorgeous dancing of a woman who once lit up stages all over San Diego with her inimitable grace and flowing lines.  However, I didn't want to "understand" its flow, words or thoughts.  Rather, I wanted to just present my Self to the moment - by listening to what it had to say and by offering forth a ME that is both improvisational and of this now as well as trained, conditioned, practiced and polished. 

After all, Dance is, more than anything, Relationship.  
It is how we relate ~ in any given moment.  
 
On this evening, my "style" was simply to offer ME - like Jim offers his Self with his words, like Jillian offers herself w/ her dancing (which initially inspired Jim's prose) and like Nana offers his Self with his drumming.  
 
My "style" is to show up as ME, to try and relate to Jim and his words, to the floor, to the camera, to the audience, to Nana and the drum, to the lighting, and to my Self in that given moment - even with the tidal wave of all of that information flooding into my BodyMind SoulSpirit. 
 
We all dance our own dances - 
in every moment and in light of all of the stimulation and seemingly, swirling chaos that can orbit around US. 
 
(The question then becomes can we be a Dancing Buddha in these moments?  
Can we be a twirling Rumi?  A stern Lao Tzu and a wandering Confucius?  
Can we be a gentle Mother Teresa and a focused Harriet Tubman?   
Can we be a compassionate Lady Di and an adventurous Angelina Jolie?)
 
The words Jim is speaking are a dance in and of themselves and don't need to be simply mimicked or copied by accompaniment, whether that be on the drum or in the dance.

We can give life to our artistic Co-Creations by embodying this moment, now, and by honoring that it will never come again. 
An Art that, like LIFE, lives, breathes and dies.

May fall rain upon you like golden sunlight through the branches of a Grandmother Oak...

Through the Portal

Oh YES!  This time now is different.
I can feel it with every ounce of my cellular and auric be-ing.
It's not that I have changed - nope, my shadow dances remain and I am still making plenty of mistakes and missteps.  "Whoops!  Sorry."  I hope you can forgive me for any of my indiscretions while knowing that they are never personal.  I also remain deeply and passionately IN LOVE with Earth, with Art, with Life, with this moment, WITH YOU and I am just as forgiving of all your misdeeds and flaws as I was before.

What is different, however, is that now I directly experience your holding me up when I fall, your saying "No, Cara, we will do it as planned, and this is why," your sweet embrace of ME in light of all of my patterns and habits.  What is different now is that, together, we have tapped in to something much greater than each of US individually and, as a result, there is no easy getaway, there is no slinking out the back door, there is no turning back.  There is only each step forward.  There is only TRUST that what is unfolding has already been written.  There is only BELIEF in our UNION - 
Pure.  Perfect.  Honest.  Loyal.  Raw.  Organic.  Natural. 

There is only, and ever, THIS.  
And, right in the middle of it, 
we have chosen to hold hands and say,
"YES!  AND????"

Blast Off.
Through the Portal, II


Wednesday, November 2, 2011

On Unity Consciousness

It's Here!  And, I am Home!
4:44am and the alarm goes off.  Not the ding of a plastic clock made in China.  Nor the ring tone of a cell phone.  Rather, it is an internal alarm clock that has consistently hummed - for years now - in order to wake me when the time has come.  By 7am, I reading myself to walk outside, under a rising, low-lying sun's rays.  "Wanna go for a walk?" his texts reaches my phone.  YES!  And...
"I woke up at 4:44am this morning," I share, as our feet carry us up Grant Hill.
"Me too," he not-so-coincidentally responds. 

According to Mayan mythology, the sacred portal of this time now - of all of these repeating 0's and especially these 1's - represents our species' ascension into "Unity Consciousness."  We have now risen.  Can you feel it?

I sure do.

I think of something I want to say and my companion speaks it.  I reminisce about a relationship with another and they reach out, to touch back and tap in.  I feel something, and there it is - an immediate return of my vibration comes right back.  I have been referring to it as the "Law of Attraction."  Yes, and...  we've entered a re-newed time. 

Thank the Stars that my Soulmates are on this journey with me.  They reflect the bright wattage of my Light while also holding up my cards right in front of my face.  "The 3 C's are for Cockiness, Compulsiveness and Co-dependence," she says.  "Damn!" I think.  They've got my number and I have no where to hide so, instead, I just keep marching forward ~ one foot in front of the other.

The brilliance of this now is that we get to honor the desecration of all that has not served - all of the individualistic consumption by the little i's, a great Illness that almost swallowed US whole - together.  Now, we choose to move toward the Sun's soular energy in compassion and creativity.  And, this WE is based in RELATIONSHIP.  Because Relationship is the premise of LIFE on this Planet.  Relationship is what we orbit.  Relationship is what our very, real human stories revolve around.  Relationship is the heart of the matter.

In this great period of reforming, you will notice that old patterns are falling away.  This will include the dying off of relationships that do not serve.  Allow this.  Make space for it in your life.  And, embrace what is to come next by opening your arms up wide, saying "Yes, and?" and apologizing for what came before.  We are culpable partners on this adventure.

Who's In?!?!


Honoring the Desecration During the Great Un-Doing

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The Shift is Here: Welcome to a New World

www.thesoularpowersystem.com

Together, we are "shifting the cultural paradigm from a fossil fueled, ego-driven operation to a more sustainable, compassionate, and creative platform."
It's called SOULAR POWER and it's a FREE, Global ENERGY Initiative.  You're invited to PLUG IN & CONNECT.

"Soular Power is the ultimate renewable energy resource.  It is perfectly clean, absolutely free, infinitely abundant, and immediately available.  Radiating from your core, it generates your deepest motivation, sense of connection, and peace of mind.  It restores, rejuvenates, and revitalizes."   

What makes your Soul Flare?
Create a tangible, embodied demonstration of Soular Power!
Be imaginative, inventive, and inclusive!
Anything grows!

 Click here for more
 Then, Show and tell US & the world here.

And/or, join US in the Prosperity Hive on 11/11/11 for a SOULAR FLARE:
an open, collaborative jam session
among a diverse group of local creative artists and enthusiasts across every genre.
The common theme is a mutual desire to make a positive energetic contribution to the world
while building a more cohesive sense of community locally...
basically to keep it real, keep it fun, and keep it moving!
It's benefit+conference+party, for the SOUL purpose
of raising the vibe and having a blast doing what we love.

Bring bells, balls, whistles, drums, flutes, guitars, paints, pens, crafts, costumes, canvas, cameras, flowers, food, friends, family, neighbors...

or anything you want to share!  


(Watch an example of our Souls Flaring below)



 
Let's Light up the Planet with our Global Soul.



Da Vinci's code re-configured