Using all my bits to be immense

There is an incredible world out there, in the unseen, the unknown, the ether.  My imagination boggles at what it might be like, the realms where our super-conscious roams, where we are all connected, where there is no space or time, just (just?) an infinity of possibility and connection.

This is where my intuition goes to learn, or maybe it’s where my intuition exists, hanging out having tea with my higher self, idly thrusting little clues through the veil that separates the known from the unknown, a symbol, a moment of inspiration, a feeling to guide me.  I imagine a little sigh, or a chuckle as my higher self raises it’s infinity version of eyebrows at all the other higher selves it’s hanging out with before dunking an infinity version of a custard cream in an infinity version of a cuppa and going back to knowing everything and nothing in a very disconcerting way (I had a feeling I might go a little Terry Pratchett with this one).  Maybe they all raise their infinity version of eyebrows, all the connected souls of the universe having an ‘aw, bless’ moment at my cluelessness.

I love living life in this body of mine, experiencing the world in physical form, existing within those limitations of time and space that make rather wonderful things available to me.  Things like making love, smelling newly mown grass, eating cheesecake, cuddling children, sailing, getting a massage (note to self: get a massage)…(higher priority note to self, get a lover).  If all I did with this body was to enjoy one tender moment looking into my beloved’s eyes, receiving the touch of his fingers on my cheek, the gentlest of kisses connecting us, I feel it would be worth it as far as sensory experiences go.  Multiple daily experiences of touch, smell, taste, sight, sound and thought really up the ante.

The fact that my physical experience of life comes with the endless possibilities of the creative realm, that mad place where my infinitely-connected, etheric self is having tea and biscuits, just makes life rather fantastic.

All the possibilities of the unknown, the insights of intuition, the infinite potential of our creative genius and the limitless perspective of love are there for us to draw into our physical experience of life.  A resource that is always available, but which is nothing without a body through which we can bring our creativity and resourcefulness into the world in their physical form.  Our bodies can enjoy our sensory life, but to reach our full, creative potential we must overcome the separation that is a requirement of existence, and reach through that veil for input from our connected, infinite self.  Sure, that might involve our higher self raising its eyebrows in a slightly condescending way, but like a God, it knows it has no way to express itself without our physicality and will always play ball.

We are separate and connected, in bits and whole, body and spirit, and when we bring all of our self into play, we are immense.

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Trippling the Light Fantastic on Women’s Day

I am so inspired by the women of the world, by the women of my life, and by myself as a woman.  Today I got a beautiful moment of learning about one of the most powerful aspects of being a woman that is maybe less familiar, and certainly less generally celebrated, but which forms a core of the myth I’m living.

As I mentioned in my last article, I have recently embarked on a rather wonderful exploration of tantra and it is starting to open up an incredibly rich and intense relationship with the sexual energy that is available to me as a woman.  All my life I’ve admired women for their work, for their love, for their courage and sheer bloody-minded determination and inventiveness.  I now add to that a jaw-dropping appreciation of what miracles we are in energetic terms and in our natural ability to receive pleasure when we make the choice to be fully present to ourselves in the moment.

Whatever that means.

Maybe it will help if I give you an example.

I am on the whole a pretty brusque bather, my showers are generally speedy affairs that have earned me the reputation of being a tomboy as I emerge scrubbed, shaved (that’s legs, not chin) and ready for the next bit of the day minutes after starting my ablutions.  Today followed that pattern, in the shower, hair done, armpits and legs shaved, body soaped and clean.  And then I made the best decision of the day, which was to linger a moment and read my choices to myself.

My choices are a part of my intuitive practice; eight aspects of my Land Of Plenty that I would love to create in my life, established through a simple and powerful imaginative exercise.  They give the myth I am creating a structure and I read them aloud every day, and regularly ‘tune in’ intuitively to each choice to connect with the vision I’d love to create, the reality of where I am in relationship to that, and actions that will bring the vision into my life.  My choices this year have an interesting flavour to them not a million miles away from the tantric work, including the one that had a rather dramatic effect on my morning bathing experience: I love being supported by the vibration of my sexuality.

To be honest, my head doesn’t have a clue what this actually means, but I learnt today that my body is pretty sure what it’s all about.  As soon as I connected with the words, and the images that are part of the vision of this choice, my whole being opened up to the moment, to myself and to what my senses were experiencing in the shower that my hurry to get into the day had shut off from me.

Talk about a revelation.

Suddenly my whole being was suffused with the pleasure of the water on my skin, and aware of the energy that was flowing from that pleasure.  There was so much to explore and play with, so much to enjoy.  Simple, easy to access, innocent even.  My birthright as a woman, and all it took to experience it was to open up to myself, to be in myself, to shift out of my busy head and and check in with what was actually going on for me, what my body was telling me about that moment, right there and then.  If you know the film Pleasantville, think trees bursting into flame.

The myths we get caught in so often take us out of the moment and into our worries, our schedule, the future and the past.  This Women’s Day it was such a delight to really choose to be present to the most important woman in my life – me; to give myself time to appreciate the woman I am, the miracle of my body, and the pleasure so simply available to me.

It was a lovely lesson that I took into the rest of my day, really aware of being in my body and enjoying the many moments of pleasure that were there for me: the company of my friend Kat, the delight of seeing the ducks all suddenly partnered up and tootling happily around the park lake in comfy couples,  the deliciousness of a piece of toast with Nutella, the beauty of a man engrossed in drawing by the river.

Women are creatures of incredible resourcefulness and courage, and we are also creatures of pleasure.  We have huge resources to enjoy life through our senses.  Any moment can open up a world of delight, of taste, touch, sight, sound, smell to make your day special.  Indulge yourself and celebrate.