Just had a lapse of breath and freaked the f-word out…in Jersey-style – tongues and ventilations all over the place.
When this all began and I was let go I acknowledged I would no longer be needed in my former capacity in the first week of March.
Then I began the journey and started going to roots of what I did prior to wine. I’m a newbie…merely 8yrs in.
But as I painfully focused on those 8yrs tonight, I lamented that I’d devoted time, energy, money and passion to one singular concept…and then it hit me.
The focus was on ME! Wine led me to me! Why would I ever lament about that?
I love wine for that more than anything and if I need to find something else to do such with I will. Does it make me giddy to think I may do another “gig” for a while? I love my yogi life. Had I devoted the last 8yrs to it perhaps I’d be making a living still off of that, but we in this great industry are maitre’d in the Whole sense of it.
I open up because I broke down just now. I hope you all know you can too. 💜 let it out and see if ventilation helps
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I have always been fascinated by the rantings of those who let us feel with their words; as if their own lips and spit were enough to change the patterns of the UNIverse, stall time, and create a unique twist in the fabric of our minds that would help each of us catch our breath. But while I ponder now I prefer to feel the silence, one coated in the hum of white noise plugging my ears from sanity. Noise that only I can communicate with. The noise of persistence, the noise of compassion, of my own thoughts, my values, and of acknowledgement of what can become. It doesn’t feel so much like terror now as it is invited into each living cell of my body. Rough and intent on ripping through my flesh so there’s nothing left to be found. And yet I feel no pain, no discomfort, just uniformed breathing, like an underwater symphony conducted by my lungs and orchestrated by my glowing organs. For in this silence that drips down my eyes like golden honey I am reminded how sweet I can be, not to you, but to me. I taste the efforts and I sway into the noise of love.