Relentless Forgiveness leads to more possibility

Feb 15
Woke up 7 am to do my practices. Finished about 9.20 am. Have to put alarm now at 6.45 am for Bhoota Shuddi and  yoga Namaskar.

Shakti was good and I sang at the end. Shambavi good too. Just lost in mindless zone.

After nearly two months, I finally swim again. Effortless swim. Laughing loads and singing too. Truly miss my time with water pool.

Liora
When nothing is sure, everything is possible.

It is a relentless forgiveness that allows us to return here again and again. Past the tears, and the leaving and the broken space. Back into the hope of more, the possibility of again.

We are made for this, for the sweet vulnerability of now, for the outreach of past fear and into unknown. For the extension and unwrapping.

We are an ancient sort of resilient. Made for the rose colored glasses and honeyed lips and finding home in another. Made for the filing and for the rising. Made for the holy wonder of beginning again.

We are here to love. To speak our mother tongues to lovers who may stay and may go. To learn the body rhythm of forever and of just for now we are here to open to the bliss, and the risk and the possibility inherent in every new beginning.

Soul
When I read this. I feel hopeful. I have a few disappointment and betrayal but I m still hopeful. That's my Seven of Hearts but its over now. I now slowly but surely learning to have faith.

Liora
We are here to love, and love hard, every chance that we get.
Love lifts us, giddy and hopeful, to the wildest heights. Sometimes we free fall into a gentle landing. Sometimes we get unceremoniously dumped from 30,000 feet.
Sometimes love just gets up and leaves, and we are obliterated in its wake.
Instead of happily ever after, our sunset ride is followed by a massive love hangover.
And so we grow wary. Lose faith. Stop trusting. We embrace our cynicism, build walls around our fragile hearts and wail ‘I’ll-be-alone-forever-and-nobody-in-the-whole-wide-world-will-ever-see-me-want-me-love-me-ever.’
And at our most bruised and tattered, these boundaries are protective and wise and true.

And the truth is that we don’t need to trust in love. Or in forever. Or even ourselves or our partners or the universe.
We just need to trust our hearts. Our wise and foolish, brave and battered hearts. Idealistic and cynical, cracked and patched and still—in spite of it all—stubbornly pumping love through our electric souls.
Our hearts lead us into love. They lead us out. And then—crazy and hopeful and free—they knock down walls and move mountains to try again.

Our desire for love is a desire to be seen. To be known. To be witnessed as our truest, most naked selves. And not to be loved because of or in spite of or only if. But just to be loved. To be able to say ‘take it or leave it’ and to have our lovers say, “Yes. We’ll take it.” All of it. Gladly and willingly and eagerly.
Show yourself and you will be safe. Worshiped for the divine being you’ve always been. And you will be loved. And loved and loved and loved. Today and tomorrow and always. Forever.

Soul
Yes, back to my Self. Just loving myself. Be loving and joyful on my own. My partner will come.