if I observed and adapted now I would have tried to answer you something smart that would tell you're wrong, but I'm just here feeling how my body reacts to what I'm feeling, observing, but mostly feeling. it's the precise allowing myself to feel all that comes that really changes what I'm feeling. and to open myself to this kind of transformation is what makes me able to be with my kids (and other kids and adults) and support them while they live all kinds of emotions everyday.

feeling whatever comes is the basis of authenticity.

the day I have the courage to reveal myself will be the day of the simplest writing

the words will bring light to the leaf that appears in the window carried by the wind, without anyone knowing where it came from or noticing where it is going

I'll talk about seeing a child with a book in her hand inventing words that bring more life to the images that speak so much to her

the day I reveal myself

it will be a day of silence

and a day of sounds of the wind ruffling the hair of children, women, trees

-of men too

sounds of birds flying

sounds of a Sunday by the lake

sounds of a car passing slowly and after a while another and another, always leaving some time between them

sounds of the arrival of loved ones

sounds of the beginnings and ends

♥️ thank you, Lois! that means a lot to me.

actually I don't know if I can call it poems cause I've never studied or read a lot of poetry 😬, but I think they maybe are similar to poems.

yes!

I have this writings in Portuguese and I'm trying to translate it. I don't know if it's a good idea, but I'm seeing what comes with this experience.

There is a slightly open door in front of me

There is a light slit where traces of my own shadow pass

I try to see what is on the other side, how is the other side, who is on the other side, but the shadows are all I see

When I look at them long enough, I come across the door

I look at its colors, I feel its texture

I hear and feel the wind coming through the opening

I shiver and feel the contour of my body

I notice the surface where I rest my feet

I touch the doorknob as if it were the only possible movement in this encounter

in composition with the traces - I see myself as a whole person

I feel.

I'm where I've always been, here

and now I can see the other side, where I am now.

vamos. ♥️

eu tava com vontade de comer bolo de milho hahaha que bom que você comeu

it was so nice to look for animal pictures I've taken the past years. It was like reviewing so many important and simple moments of my life. thank you for that. ♥️

your hair is so beautiful! it reminds me I need to take care of my curls, I'm not happy with them. they changed a lot after my son was born so I'm getting used to it again.

those are beautiful flowers. it's nice that your wife likes it and you give it to her.

I'd rather get a flower that he saw lying on the street and remembered those details that touch me when I walk down the street. I like receiving the photo of the sky with the moon (which he did yesterday), I like getting a text with details of his perceptions about something he experienced.

I don't think that was the point, I'm sorry, but it's just to say that there are other ways to give gifts to woman and it was good to think about what I like, thank you.

I seek recognition when I don't recognize what it is, the powerful pulsating life, the empty space that surrounds and differentiates each thing, the singularities in composition.

I seek recognition when I do not recognize the non-negotiable and inseparable principles of life such as love, freedom, creation.

I seek recognition when I don't recognize my body in constant differentiation and integrated into life.

I seek recognition when I do not accept the simplicity of the state of rest and surrender by recognizing what has always been available.

🥹 this is such a beautiful story! thank you, Dan Wedge! my eyes filled with tears.

I hope you just rest in this loving space you so often offer!

I've been experiencing moments of a peaceful mind and what made that possible was stop chasing. not to be comfortable with things as they are, but to embrace it all so I can create a new life aware of all that made the old one possible. I've learned to be aware of what comes to me and not fight it - cause it will inevitably change (my fight may be the only thing that will contribute to the appearance that everything is the same).

how do you feel when you read that?

you inspired me to see new things right now. thank you!

exactly.

Sometimes I repeat what bothers me about what others say (or what I imagine they said) about my expression as if I were saying it. that makes me inevitably see within me what I was not facing before.

thank you for bringing all that.

it felt like I was there with both of you, except for the part that I don't know what buns a zoot means. it was such a nice feeling! ♥️

I guess the only thing that concerns us regarding the perception of others is how we feel and what we think when in contact with that perception.

By facing what we feel and think, we can really look at the other's perception as an expansion and not something limited by our projections.

we are used to empty praise and making things about us. I've seen this scene many times: a child creates something and an adult says "it's beautiful, I really liked it", without really paying attention to the creation and the child. and that's how we relate. We don't go out of our comfort zone to really pay attention to other people's creations, to really let ourselves be touched by them. and we don't go out of our comfort zone to tell someone how that affects us instead of making it about us or someone else who needs to be validated and recognized.

for me it is hard because I'm always afraid of saying things that doesn't really matter. but that fear comes from that dynamic, I guess. and your comment invited me to say something and think about my own behavior.