All this love is this, love is that, only certain things, behaviors, words, actions are love and others not. Well I say, garbage boloney! love is what it is for each and every one of us individually and uniquely.
 No matter what degree, expertise, title, history, experience you have you Do NOT know what is true and correct for the other. Ask questions, stop making assumptions and generalizations.
 There is the not –self taking in and being what you are not from the outside world, not knowing who you truly are. There is also being who you are being your unique self and perceiving the world through your eyes, not seeing everyone is different everyone is designed differently and if others are not acting based on how you perceive and experience the world they are wrong.
People accept certain traits characteristics, ideas, emotions, views, behaviors as the truth the universal truth, as the correct way to be based on the not-self the outside world and then also based on who they are. An ultimate truth does not exist. A right or wrong feeling does not exist, a right or wrong person does not exist, or a thing, or a behavior, or a way to do things or be. People being themselves and people not being themselves both can be stupid. Being yourself and acknowledging everyone’s uniqueness are two separate things both are necessary in order to eliminate judgment and accept uniqueness. And it begins by being your unique self, loving yourself, then you begin to see….  My body has become its own guide, I have no role, it takes over…it is effortless….it now speaks…it expresses beyond expression….automatic effortless expression…I don’t do anything…the body taken… drifting…traveling…lost in sublime pleasure…EVERY part of me is alive…there is not a single inch that is not ecstatic, every cell is pure, vibrant as can be…captivated by the sound…it’s lost within the music. It has strings puling my vehicle…beingness…I am being…no time… no nothing but the sound, the music the most satisfying of feelings…out of this world…fully in my body yet at the same time as if I don’t have a body…I can do anything…the sentence “I love my body” flashes through my awareness…I feel gratefulness for its existence…for without it I would not be experiencing this moment…the greatest gift of all…who would not want a body when you can dance? Insanity! My body speaks every language, every dialect, and movement…it speaks words that have not yet been created…it creates a new movement each second…my consciousness is now fully an observer… watching in awe…my mind does not know how…its mechanical…natural…for I have allowed it full reign to be…to exist…to do as it pleases and create any movement, sensation it wishes…it is joyful, creating a communion, an appreciation…and love…a love for every part of my body…it’s the most in love I feel with my body and being…tingling fills my entire vehicle…I exist only here and now…my hands and fingers flow moving all that is within me and without…it is unstoppable….powerful… pppffff… who would not want a body when you can dance?      What is the BESTEST BESTEST I mean BESTEST(grammar people sshhh) thing to do at 1:00 at night? Daannncceee….aaaahhhhh… euphoria is nothing compared to it….   |
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My name is Gaia (Γαία) and I was born on the beautiful lush island of Kos, along the Aegean sea of Greece, where Hippocrates, the "father of medicine" was born. I am a writer (favorite being children's stories and fairy tales), artist, dancer, modern day Greek Mythologist, nature dweller, photographer, traveler, dreamer, and creator. I love creativity...I love all nature, especially trees. 
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