Date night with @sarceb -- seeing focus!

There is a seemingly never ending cycle of freezing, forgetting, and re- remembering that happens in this life.
If you make it in this world long enough, it all looks the same. Harder, faster, more gives way to the "thank god I'm still alive and have lungs to breathe." The hard truth is that if you make it long enough, all your old friends will be dead.
You've got to be ready to give it all back, or you'll just cry and cry and cry. Your best friend, your beautiful face, your Instagram identity.
I'll tell you a secret: 12 years ago, thoroughly off the deep end of grief, at the bottom of a drug fueled haze, I saw that the universe was made of love. I had lost my best friend in a tragic accident. I couldn't hold that much pain in my heart.
That was a long time ago now, I reckon. Heartbreakingly, in that span of time, I had forgotten her exact voice

Not so long ago, on a shamanic journey, my dead best friend came to me and told me to let go of all this sadness and pain. "nothing ever really dies," she said. "That's not how it works." I had already learned that lesson once. I can hear hear her voice again. "I push myself up through the dirt and shake my petals free. I'm resolved to being born again, and so resigned to bravery." -- Dar Williams

Got to tell @shirleymansom of @garbage that I got an empowered self identification label via "queer". All of my love. I hope to pay it forward.

"Updog & Infinity"
#tourof2nd
Beginning in samasthithi, I am a ray of light: infinite, interminable energy.
I begin the sun salutations by reaching to the sky, daring the energy to upwardly rise- then sealing it with the hands.

Containing the energy inwardly and plugging to the earth comes with the second position:  allowing the energy to move from sky to earth, and harnessing it in the middle, at the thorax and pelvis.

With the hands so strong, and the energy sealed into the body, the this vinyasa arrives with an inhalation to head up. Somehow now the legs are light, the hands are strong, and I begin to enter into relationship with gravity.  Over intellectualizing mass, strength and orbit hinder the sheer bliss of moving energy at will.

To arrive at the fourth vinyasa, my hands root into the earth, drawing the rest of me up from the ground. Defying gravity, there is an identification that this energy has no real beginning point and no real end, either. In chatturanga, I allow the body to become a tight vessel for compressing energy.
Here, I try to feel all of the domes of my body aligning and lifting— the dome at the arch of the foot, the pelvic floor, the heart, and the soft pallette. if I have skill in my action, all of those whirling circles will line up for one ephemeral, evanescent moment of exhalation, becoming strong as a staff (and yes, some wizards walk with gnarled staves). With all of this potential energy bottled up in the vessel of the flesh, I  take the fifth vinyasa into upward facing dog. Aha! It is here that I trust my heart to direct the energy up and over. No head in the way, here. The legs shoot energy back infinitely, and my heart beams ahead, perhaps even back up to the sky.
Finally, I find the center of the center, and I let it yoke me back into a contained position, sealing off the energy, and letting it whirl around as I recharge for five exalted exhalations. Then, I reverse course, returning to a singular pillar of light— even standing. A place from which anything is possible. -

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