“You are perfectly flawed” by Carolyn Riker

We found this brillant article on http://www.rebellesociety.com/2013/06/12/you-are-perfectly-flawed/   and want to share it with you:


“I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.” ~ Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin.

Who are you? She peered closer at the distorted reflection. The mirror was a mirage. She poked the image and it rippled. Surprised and fascinated she touched the liquidity substance.

“You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.” ~ Max Ehrmann

She stepped a smidge deeper and peeled thin slivers of her psyche like a freshly plucked allium. Layers of delicate ripeness unfolded. Green, fresh, raw until she held a white bulb of vulnerability in her hand. It was her heart.

Her reflection changed into filaments; shape-shifting effortlessly like indigo clouds over an alabaster sea. She closed her eyes and quietly welcomed her breath. Her hand rested lightly on her chest.

Listen to your breath. Feel the rise and fall. Center yourself. Breathe through another set of images. Hold onto your inner walls. Plant your feet firmly into the earth. Scoop the energy vibrating nearby. Lift your arms high and release.

Her heart pulsated. It was tinged a lovely shade of pink. Joy. Love. Forgiveness. Each surfaced from inside.

Perfect is an illusion. Flawed is more accurate. You are perfectly flawed as you sip the essences of flowers, rose petals become your lips.

Nature doesn’t make mistakes. Chasing perfect – time, person, moment, class, book — will shortchange the moment of Now. Rest within your Sistine Chapel of architectural imagination. It will gladly assist in dismembering the negative fragments that blow around you like dandelion fluff.

Where are you going?

You are in the here and now. It is perfect even when juggling a disjointed dance of the unknown.

“In all chaos there is cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.” ~ Carl Jung

Your life, path, journey and voyage intermingle with heaven and hell. It isn’t a coincidence that joy dances with anguish. You will learn from both.

Filling the void of What if? When? Where? isn’t always the answer. Seeking answers from the outside creates a distraction to avoid knowing the responses from within.

Stop. Listen. Be.

Challenge yourself to listen to your own voice. It is like hearing your heart crack open into a volcano of awe. It swells and rises, the continuum eliminates the statistical bell curve of average. You are no longer tethered to the chains that lock your heart.

This is now.

The cosmic key is love of self which leads to loving others. Serendipitously, we seek love and dip our toes in waves of raw honey. Its sweetness is pure. There is definition in knowing and loving self. Letting go and accepting the generational lineage etched in our cells.

Rebirth. Renewal. Reincarnation.

“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” ~ Franz Kafka

We are no longer scorched by the blemishes that embellish our uniqueness. We embrace the funneling of our revolutionary way. We stumble, fall, crash, disengage, reconnect, learn, regain, climb, catapult and soar. Rinse. Repeat. Stretch out and dry your solar plexus in the sunny spot of loving yourself.  It is warm and real. It is a reboot of our inner core of worthiness.

I am worth it. You are worth it. Surrender. Live. Breathe. Sing with wild joy. Dance and scare the hell out of everyone because you are in love with yourself. It’s a wellspring which won’t run dry.

“You’ve always had it my dear….You’ve always had the power.” ~ Glenda the Good Witch. Wizard of Oz.

Life is marvelously bittersweet, tragically incomprehensible and difficult to describe. My story gratefully intersects with yours as we meet on this path. My lineage of mistakes and mishaps are a gift. Each take on a new swirl; it’s all part of a greater plan.

It feels astonishing to lay back and laugh in the creases of the wind. I juxtapose the endorphins in a cataclysmic escape through a portal in time. It’s moments like these, carpe diem has a ménage à trois with the sides of self no longer dormant but awake.

I won’t be held back any longer. Try capturing a prism of love in a bottle? Impossible.

“I am rooted, but I flow.” ~ Virginia Woolf
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Leli

mudralogo copy I found a nice article on how to love and respect your body when you do yoga. Here is the original (http://www.ekhartyoga.com/blog/yoga-and-your-body-image) and the re-post:

Body image is the way we perceive our bodies, the way we feel about our bodies, the way we think about our bodies. All of the above have an effect on how we treat our bodies.

When you are happy with your body, you will most likely treat your body with respect, and because of that also do your yoga practice with respect, enjoying doing it, able to be in the moment while practicing.

However, if you suffer from a voice in your head telling you you’re too thin, too fat, not strong enough, not muscular enough, too curvy, not curvy in the right places, not as beautiful or as flexible as the girl next to you, chances are your yoga practice will be a reflection of that body image.

The way you practice will most likely be that you push yourself too hard to get thinner, create more muscles, etcetera. Or your confidence will be so low you’re not looking for your edges at all, always staying well within the comfort zone, thus never challenging your body, also never discover your greatness, your abilities.

 What I would like for everybody is to be aware of your motivations, your voices, your body image. When you are aware of what drives you, then you can change.

Set an intention for yourself to make peace with your body, accept it the way it is, realize that our cultural body image is not realistic and crushes everybody’s self confidence. How you feel matters most, not what you think someone else might think, you’ll never win that game. The most beautiful people are suffering from the most terrible body images, because they believe they are totally dependent on other people’s opinions.

When you love and respect yourself, you’ll treat yourself well; your body will find its natural balance; and you will be beautiful, from the inside out.

With love,
Esther Ekhart