Riding the Wave

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Isn’t that always the way though?

When we least resist and get out of our own way, the rhythm of life naturally takes over.

It’s so important to stay connected to the self, and not lose touch. So tough I know, in the business of this world of ours. I read once that the “strongest position you can be in is surrender.” I have surrendered many a time, and truth be told, I have never felt more aligned with life. Surrendering isn’t a form of giving up for me, it is a way of giving way, of letting go, and letting things unfold as they will. It’s giving up the illusion of control. It’s a state of vulnerability that most, in our culture are not comfortable with.

By the way, perfect flow doesn’t mean that your are riding the wave of happiness to no end. There will be ebbs and flows that take you down as much as they raise you up, because, well, that’s life. But the key is letting it happen, and moving through it with the least amount of fight or resistance, so if necessary the mind, body, and soul, are able to process and heal accordingly. -tM

Belonging to No One

Photography: Colin Dodgson

Photography: Colin Dodgson

Belonging to no one: there is a sense of freedom that comes along with the knowing and understanding of this truth. You belong to no one, and no one belongs to you,

Just think about it.

No one feels your joys, your pains, your sorrows. No one. They are unique to you.

We exist together through connection but are ultimately alone.

Your life is your life, and solely your responsibility. -tM

Speaking from the Heart

The broken heart: an inevitable occurrence and a right of passage no matter what your age.

I have always thought that it was a necessary phenomenon, that there are plenty of good things that come from an injured heart, if you so choose to approach it in such a way: lessons, self-reflection, personal growth, and perhaps even a change in the way one lives their life.

During Medieval Times before the capability of Science, individuals believed that the heart was the centre of all things. That decisions were made based on how we felt, that the body moved voluntarily/involuntarily due to the heart and its body driving life force. A lot of attention was paid to the way one felt, to their emotions, and ailments were diagnosed based on the understanding of ones feelings.

Flash forward to the Scientific Revolution where the heart was dismissed for that of the mighty brain. As the brain took centre stage, the heart merely became a secondary player. We were now asked to listen to our brains as opposed to our heart. One was the seat of logic while the other was the seat of emotion, which according to Science, were two separate organs that at times seemed to be working against each other.

Most recently, the Scientific community is finding that the heart-brain correlation is more significant then we ever thought. That the heart speaks to the brain more then we realize. When the heart breaks, when it is in pain, or one gets emotionally upset, its rhythm changes, and that in turn sends a message to the brain that affects its higher decision making processes. There is no real separation. So when someone says, “Listen to your heart, or use your logic” truly they are one in the same. Science is now starting to believe that most of the information we process is emotionally regulated by the heart anyway, that in turn sends messages to the brain.

So in short, take care of your heart, be Medieval about it, listen to it, but also set it free. Let it move in and out of heart break, there is a higher-learning that takes place in such circumstances. And trust it, really be attentive, because it always knows, whether you are in denial about it or not, it is the centre of your emotional and spiritual being.

Your heart is King, pay attention to its voice, and let your mind be the advisor, its a symbiotic relationship, one is nothing without the other. -tM

Artist: Unknown

Slowing It Down

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Life was meant to be taken slow.

I always make it a point to take my summers as sloooow as possible. While everyone else has these epic plans of travel, and an “I can do” attitude to see people, places, and things, I on the other hand revel in the little things even more so then usual. Simply put, I live, and really feel life in all of its depth and possibilities. I move at a slow pace, I stop for things; an ant crossing my path, a dandelion parachute gently tumbling across my foot, I observe, I breathe, I keep my eyes and ears open and experience life as if it were a fantasy, because it is.

It’s magic. True magic. -tM

Solo Measures

Photography: Unknown | Natural Pools, Bolivia

Photography: Unknown | Natural Pools, Bolivia

There has always been something empowering about alone time for me.

Silence is underrated here in North America, so when I can, I sit, walk, or swim, alone. It is my holy trinity of rituals (mind, body, soul connection) an autonomous communion and need to feel myself. In truth, that is how I connect to the Source of Life; directly through me, in silence, and amid nature. For ultimately, we are all alone. No one can truly feel our joys, our sadness, our pains. Only we know the multitude of layers that our emotions carry. So it is important to cultivate that time with the self, in growth, in healing, in reflection, and in rejuvenation. It keeps us strong, and it does the body, mind, and spirit good. -tM

When I am Done, I am Done

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

I am many things, but one thing I am not is someone who goes back to any past relationship, be it friendship, lover, or casual fling. You see, when I am done, I am done.

There is no friendship after a love affair, no knocking on my door after a friendship has been squashed, no “hey, I am here to see what’s up again” after a casual tryst.

This isn’t about holding grudges or being stubborn, nor is it about not understanding why things didn’t work out. It is quite the opposite, it is about having understood why things didn’t work out, about learning the lessons, doing the work required to heal, and then finally moving on.

Yes, people change, but by the time my relationships are over, people have gotten a second chance, and sometimes even a third. The way I see it is we had our time, we parted for reasons known to both of us, and now we move forward separately. Life is too short to repeat anything, especially patterns.

So you see, it all comes full circle: when I am done, I am done, nothing more, nothing less. -tM

Cool, I Don't Care

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I have always cared too much, you name it, I cared and connected to it. The days of moving through life with my emotions tugging at my every turn left me exhausted to say the least.

I have always wanted to “not care,” translation: I didn’t want to feel so deeply. So in summation, I am finally getting to this point in my life, the not caring point, and it feels liberating to not have your emotions run your life.

I still care, but I don’t emotionally connect at that deep level anymore and I LOVE IT! Don’t get me wrong, there are still things that stay with me longer then they should, (letting go, and caring, can be synonymous), but that separation between self and others is wonderful. It leaves so much more space for connecting to myself, to the world, and to the moment. I can listen, empathize, comfort, and be there for others, but I no longer take that shit home.

I am also at that stage in my life where self-confidence trumps caring about what others think, and in turn, I will do what I have to do for me, without apologies. And if that sounds selfish,

well, I truly don’t care. -tM

In Celebration

Photography: Maxime Ballesteros

Photography: Maxime Ballesteros

The more mature I get in age, the more I feel like this.

I apologize less for my opinions, I too am taking up my rightful space, knowing and owning the fact that I am the boss of me, and no one else. Other’s opinions, judgements, and the casting of stones, mean very little to me these days. I have now weathered half of my life and it has taken me this long to feel somewhat liberated.

I know people say aging is not for the faint of heart, although for now (as I suppose I am still on the younger side of aging) I am enjoying the internal growth process and the celebrating of its liberties.

And trust me, there is nothing as liberating as celebrating your own self governance. -tM

Silent Strength

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Lately I have been thinking about strength,

in terms of where I come from, and what I was born into.

I am not tough, I have never been, nor have I pretended to be, but I am strong.

In our world, the strength of a woman is so different from that of a man. And that is okay. We need to lean on and look to one another in differences of strength.

Whenever I am in doubt of whether I can overcome a situation, often I remind myself of where I come from and what I continue to be a part of.

For the first time, I am really beginning to own my strength, not just as a woman, but as a human being. It has been incredibly grounding and humbling, as it always is when connecting to the source.-tM

Artist: Matisse | Abstract Nude

Saint Love

Artsit: Egon Schiele | Girlfriends, 1913

Artsit: Egon Schiele | Girlfriends, 1913

The cultivation of Intimacy, whether it be through friendships, lovers, family, or with yourself, that is the way to love. An intimate inclusion that allows you to become more then what you are. It is worth every effort; every heartbreak. It is growth by fire. -tM