I have been found .. and my life has sprouted new blossoms. Thought to have withered in the premature wintering of crumbling youth, there is a resurgence.
A new breath. A fertile abundance. A pure love so true, cosmic rumblings boom!
There is this self-possession surfacing. Where once attention was spread toward others, a centering of self-reliant verve radiates. It heats up like a bubbling inferno. A spark ignited by a minutiae. The love inside permeates every corpuscle. This love resides in the hearth of all matter. It turns universal.
Indeed a love of another, a deep love, sprung forth. Before that can be deliciously dissected, highlighting the “the greatest Love of all” takes precedence. Honored since the beginning of humanity’s awareness ~ Loving thy Self ~ is a calling of luminescence. Self-love is not just a ‘selfish’ thing but a selfless endeavor when it catalyzes a volcanic loving for everyone.
Have the salacious words of another synced so precisely to the bud of your soul that the lingering warmth inside and all around you made your cheeks blush? A verdant understanding grew upon reading the alluring prose of “Entre Nous” by Debra Ollivier. It expressed my Joie de vivre (joy for life) and Je ne sais quoi (pinache). It deflowered my born-again virginal awakening.
| If you strip away the stereotypes and contradictions about her, one of the fundamental qualities associated with the French girl is her sense of self-possession. She is entirely, unequivocally self-contained. She is focused on living her own full life, following her own agenda and cultivating her actual self, rather than reinventing herself or pining away to be someone she’s not. Throughout her life, she invests herself in learning and experiencing, not to change who she is , but to become more fundamentally and more fully who she truly is. Taking her cues predominantly from within — from the life of her mind and the exercise of her critical intelligence — she is imbued with a strength of character and a certain sensitivity. Because she is sure of who she is on the inside, she naturally, inevitably, appears sure of herself on the outside. |
Living most of my life on the wild side, having reached the pinnacle of a multitude of middle-age crises since my mid-20s, there was this raging battle waged amidst my innards. Grappling with a questionable sense of self based on the age-old rival of good vs bad, a churning rumbling consumed my confidence. The youthful liberties succumbed to critical wisdom and growing fear. Fear nearly consumed me whole.
The love inside was replaced with an uncertainty having lost my center in spreading myself too thin amongst the masses. A growing tragedy ripped the cortex of my existence, shaking the fragile firmament holding my shards together. Then somewhere down my fog misty road, there was a shadowy glimmer of hope. A divine gift was bestowed.