14/12/2025
A thought I had during one of my daily walks with Doc where I couldn't stop being mesmerized by the beauty everywhere.
And when you devote a life to be lived in devotion to itself, there is no other possible way but not to witness the sacredness all around you.
And although many will say that softness and gentleness in this way of being are the same as complacency, believe me when I say, it's quite the opposite. You see, there is no way but to become fierce guardians of the Anima, all living beings and the aliveness that permeates everything.
So, a life lived in devotion to itself, holds the grief with the same tenderness as she holds anger, joy, frustration, fear.
And there are a lot of glass ceilings that show themselves in this journey, because sometimes it feels like too much. Too much beauty, to much pleasure, too much joy. When is the other shoe goinf to drop, after all? And yet, it's all simply aliveness, and a commitment to the consistent devotion to this expansion of existing in more of it.