How To Be Human

What does it mean to be human? What if there is an answer to this question? What if it's so obvious that we miss it every day as we go about the simple task of living? The answer is like a child playing hide and seek that is more interested in playing at being found than hiding really slyly. There is too much fun in being found. Wink.

We begin at the beginning...who are we? Beyond the skin and bones, into the heart and mind, who are we? It's so easy to be trapped by the belief that we have an answer to this question, right? To be the person who has it all figured out...ah, the bliss.

Some rush to say that they are mothers, doctors, healers, philosophers, wives, husbands, and professionals...but this is not who we are. Does it awaken something in you to see that we play so small and allow something we do define who we really are?

We are not our labels, our jobs, our family, or our history. Only I have the answer to the question of who I am. Only you have the answer to the question of who you are.

To go past the place of a label, a job, a task, means to set down the ego and see with the eyes of a newborn baby. It means to open the heart beyond reason to the infinity everywhere - breathe it in fully. There are those that would tell me that this is not possible. And they're right. It's not possible for them...at least not in that moment. Wink.

What I am clear about is that it is possible for me. I am open to breathing and letting in the fact that I am infinite. I am grateful that I am not my labels, my job, my kinks, my family, or my history.

It is heartfelt gratitude and the ability to be thankful with my whole being that makes me human.

Eat the sky

I ate a star tonight
It tasted oh so fresh and bright
Full of promise
Full of sun
A carnival of flavors
A festival of light
Sleepy wonder
Fine delight

For no other reason
For no other rhyme
My heart
My soul
Sings to the sound
of light