The Process

The moonlight was brighter than the man-made lights of the resorts, condominiums, and street lamps. It cast my shadow onto the white sand. I used my silhouette as my mirror as I danced on the shore. It was a Wolf’s moon. The brightest sphere of reflective light I have ever seen. The silver light bathed me in my solitude. I embraced my femininity as I moved my hips, stretched my legs, arched my back, and allowed gravity to have hold of my head. I was the wind. I let go in all of the ways a woman wants to let go. I was barefoot, no bra, just a tank top and boy-shorts, moving my body to my music, under my moon, on my time. Each time my foot sunk into the cool earth I was grateful. I had nowhere to be, no one to be. It was freedom. I have tasted it.
When I was seventeen I got my first tattoo. I was underage, but clever. I paid the artist an extra $20. I spent my first semester of my junior year in Economics class sketching the tattoo I longed for. I walked out that day with my first tattoo: a feather. Above it, the word ‘Freedom’. It sits in its simplicity on my sacrum, where most other girls have bouncing butterflies or the typical tribal. I was so young, but I knew one thing for sure. Freedom was all anyone was ever truly seeking. We work so we can have money so we can go on vacation so that we can feel free for a moment. It is the epitome of irony. I work, I desire money, I certainly desire a vacation, but my heart understands something my brain does not. Freedom comes far more easily than we think. I felt that for the first time last night under the glow of the Wolf’s Moon.
Freedom is this simple thing that we are programmed to believe is complicated. Being free requires one action and one action only: be blissful. Blissful? I mean, I’m happy and all. But to exist in a state of total bliss? Can’t say that I know much about that. It’s strange. I’ll fall into little stages of bliss occasionally without even trying. And that’s just how it happens I suppose, you can’t be trying to find bliss. You just have to be ‘being’, and bliss finds you. If one is totally blissful just being in one’s presence, then one is free. I was dancing, and on the verge of this mysterious ‘Bliss.’ So I danced a little more, thought a little less, sang a little louder, moved a little less timidly and bam! There it was. Euphoria. On the beach, under the moon, with some music and a little help from my hula-hoop, I had a blissful experience. I was alone. No else was around. Well, I was not alone at all really. I had the most amazing company one can have, The Divine. Ah, eureka! Communing with The Divine in any way, on any day, all day…Bliss! Finding the specialness in every single second. I know now how to at least create moments of bliss when I’m having trouble letting them find me. If I keep creating it, then it only makes sense for that act to become easier and easier, eventually becoming habitual. I suppose this means this whole ‘Living in Bliss’ thing is what I like to call, a process. This is no surprise.
Spirit’s greatest works occur in stages, human evolution being the most interesting I’ve witnessed. From an egg and sperm to cells to embryo to a fetus to a baby to a child…and if we are conscious our psyche will follow our bodies and we grow to become adolescents, adults, sages and crones, and then back to the magical dust from whence we came. God didn’t just bless the world with a bunch of beautiful butterflies. He gave us caterpillars. Maybe these crawling leaf-eating creatures are the most enlightened beings to ever walk the planet. I mean talk about evolution! They go from being on the ground, to finding the resources inside of themselves to build their own coffin (for the insect probably feels death approaching), and they let go of everything they knew in the world. I am sure the caterpillar falls into a state of deep meditation and communion with Spirit. Just when the bug feels like it’s over, voila! He bursts forth into the world a brand new being. No longer does he crawl and nibble from the floor of the earth, fighting to stay hidden from hungry birds and slithering hunters. Now he flies high! He is full of color and contrast and clarity. He feeds from the sweet nectar of life inside of the flowers. He frolics and finds nothing but joy and freedom. I admire this process. Therefore, I will continue to pursue this process that will lead me to bliss. So while I’m still here, on the ground, I might as well look up and enjoy the beautiful, celestial view of the Universe I am so gratefully a part of.