Today I woke up early, cleaned a yoga studio, then my usual- Maui Kombucha. Undoubtedly the best place on Maui, if not on the entire planet. My daily habit just got a little more expensive, but it's well worth it. MK is the home of my first 'business' I visited on the island. My first new friend I made here (who has time and time again over the past month provided endless support and love and I appreciate it mucho mucho much if you are reading this!). First kombucha high- GT's doesn't even come close. First experience with Libido Balls, Brain Boosters and Hot Shots (all not at all what you might think they would be and all ohhh sooo delicious and nutritious). And I'm sure it's the place that will continue to provide space for many first connections to be made with people (and foods) that will be in my life in a more-than-significant way... because the people (and foods) that show up there are simply significantly extraordinary, if those words can be meshed together to explain something that is comprehendably greater than most things that could be thought of.
So if you get the picture I am trying to paint for you, perfect. If not, just think of some place you would not want to not be, and go there in your mind. Got it?? Good.
As I am enjoying my cup of Raspberry Fusion mixed with Blood Orange kombucha and my raw Mexican pizza with fresh, ripe avo slices on top, my other new friend who we will call Mr. J (for sake or preserving their identity) and I held an interesting conversation about intuition. Here goes the main jist of it...
So we have these thoughts that our mind makes up to foster the health of our ego. We can call them stories. We can hold on to stories that serve us or don't. We also can hold on to stories that are close to the truth or are not. If we mix service and truth together and formulate a single measurement from it, we would end up along some sort of spectrum whose ends are titled 'true' and 'false'. The story would be somewhere in between.
Then there is our intuition. This functions on a different kosha, or layer of the body, than the stories. The stories are formed in the mental body while the intuition works with the intellectual body- the layer that is able to communicate with the part of us that innately knows what's true and what's false. The unfortunate part is that for some (or should I say most) of us, we tend to listen to the stories more than our intuition. I believe this is because the voice that tells the stories is a liiiiiittle bit LOUDER than the voice that speaks from the place of intuition, and I have direct experience with this on a daily basis.
Mr. J and I came up with a brilliant idea. One that most likely stemmed from the flowering of our intellects crashing together at the same time, in the same magical place- Maui Kombucha. We decided it would be a grand experiment AND experience to keep an 'intuition journal'. In this journal, we would have the chance to record each time we followed the quiet voice- the intuition, the truth- and each time the ego got louder and told us to act or think otherwise, going against our deep truth juuust because we wanted to see what would happen, or it looked more intriguing, or we were just feeling like acting with reckless abandon.
This journal would be a perfect way to measure just how much we are living in reality. Then, when we are 100, we would be able to look back and see what happened when we listened to the intuition- How well did it go? What was the outcome? Long term wasn't that a great decision even though it was tough?? We concluded that any time you are going to follow your intuition, it's always going to work out for the best because it's closer to the truth and innate truth is good (even if it seems bad or scary or hard to deal with). We would also get to look back on the actions and reactions the ego created and its outcome. What happened when we listened to that voice? What good came of it? What bad? Where did we have to backtrack to make up for lost time and effort toward the good?
I think its interesting. Mr. J thought it was interesting. So, I'm going to give it a go. I'm assuming I am going to be writing a lot more because of it. Our days are FILLED with decision-making. Which voice do we follow? Which road leads us to bliss? We might not know til we are 100, but I think its worth the wait. At least one day we will know the truth about the truth. Today, however, we can start to cultivate that deeper awareness of the quiet voice and get to know it more intimately. Become it's friend and lover. Trust it, for it will never steer you wrong.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
Just When We Think We Know...
...WE DON'T REALLY KNOW! Why? It's simple- The only thing that is constant, that we can really know, that we can count on, is change. That, and I believe we can know the source of all, the 'it', God. But that's a whole other conversation (that DOES pertain to this, as it does to everything, because it is all there is, but I'll try not to go there).
Being the 'new' girl is starting to be something I can identify with as I approach my one month marker of life on Maui. It's not like I'm a traveler anymore or some transient person just coming through like the wind. I'm more like a tree now. Maybe like a palm tree, more precisely. My roots are sinking into the soil here and soon enough I will be able to provide shade, beauty and coconuts. My intention is to offer enough sustenance to those I am surround by while graciously accepting their unique gifts in whatever form they appear. It's a give and take, a dance if you will. And when we learn to dance with the one source that feeds us all, there is no turning back, for nothing feeds us as much as that experience. No gelato, no ono, no cappuccino. Simply the divine fruit that each individual tree or plant or whatever form it takes has to offer. The gelato is most fulfilling when we recognize the dance we can have with it- our taste buds dancing with the flavors. The same with the fish and coffee. And yet, even these experiences are in constant flux depending on our moods and emotions.
As I continue to soften into the arms of Maui and we get to know each other more intimately, I feel as if she is gaining more confidence in me- more trust. She is willing to take me places and show me things that she feels I am ready for. We begin to breathe together.
This past month has been filled with wonder, exploration, beaches, rainbows, sunsets, new people- close friends and acquaintances, tree houses, a new haircut that led to a new job, a new car (she still needs a name), new yoga, new new new!! New thoughts. Old thoughts revamped! Change! All around, change. And to that I say Mahalo, Maui. Mucho, mucho mahalo for giving me the experience of change. It has opened so many doors on all levels of my being, from the most basic, physical level to the deepest spiritual level that I have the ability to tap into at this moment in my lifetime, and all levels in between. The mental, emotional and intellectual levels are getting just as much attention and love as the other two extremes.
It's almost as if January was a test. A test in which Maui was trying to find out if it could shine all of its glitz and glamour in front of my eyes to see just how blinded I could become by its beauty. I don't feel like I got sucked in, so I think that's a passing score. What I do know is that I was able to show a lot of appreciation for the shiny-ness, and I continue to do so today. For that, she offers rewards in the form of more and more change. So we dance. She offers change, I accept. I appreciate, and she offers change again. This circular dance continues as long as states of openness and wonder are present.
I raise my kombucha glass to February. To the beginning of a new month. To more change. To open doorways filled with more wonder and shine and opportunity for growth. To the budding of the coconut seeds on my palm tree. And most importantly, to the dance between myself and whatever else is shown to me, in whatever form it takes. That, my friends, is 'it', the source of our true nature. Drink up and enjoy. Cheers!
Being the 'new' girl is starting to be something I can identify with as I approach my one month marker of life on Maui. It's not like I'm a traveler anymore or some transient person just coming through like the wind. I'm more like a tree now. Maybe like a palm tree, more precisely. My roots are sinking into the soil here and soon enough I will be able to provide shade, beauty and coconuts. My intention is to offer enough sustenance to those I am surround by while graciously accepting their unique gifts in whatever form they appear. It's a give and take, a dance if you will. And when we learn to dance with the one source that feeds us all, there is no turning back, for nothing feeds us as much as that experience. No gelato, no ono, no cappuccino. Simply the divine fruit that each individual tree or plant or whatever form it takes has to offer. The gelato is most fulfilling when we recognize the dance we can have with it- our taste buds dancing with the flavors. The same with the fish and coffee. And yet, even these experiences are in constant flux depending on our moods and emotions.
As I continue to soften into the arms of Maui and we get to know each other more intimately, I feel as if she is gaining more confidence in me- more trust. She is willing to take me places and show me things that she feels I am ready for. We begin to breathe together.
This past month has been filled with wonder, exploration, beaches, rainbows, sunsets, new people- close friends and acquaintances, tree houses, a new haircut that led to a new job, a new car (she still needs a name), new yoga, new new new!! New thoughts. Old thoughts revamped! Change! All around, change. And to that I say Mahalo, Maui. Mucho, mucho mahalo for giving me the experience of change. It has opened so many doors on all levels of my being, from the most basic, physical level to the deepest spiritual level that I have the ability to tap into at this moment in my lifetime, and all levels in between. The mental, emotional and intellectual levels are getting just as much attention and love as the other two extremes.
It's almost as if January was a test. A test in which Maui was trying to find out if it could shine all of its glitz and glamour in front of my eyes to see just how blinded I could become by its beauty. I don't feel like I got sucked in, so I think that's a passing score. What I do know is that I was able to show a lot of appreciation for the shiny-ness, and I continue to do so today. For that, she offers rewards in the form of more and more change. So we dance. She offers change, I accept. I appreciate, and she offers change again. This circular dance continues as long as states of openness and wonder are present.
I raise my kombucha glass to February. To the beginning of a new month. To more change. To open doorways filled with more wonder and shine and opportunity for growth. To the budding of the coconut seeds on my palm tree. And most importantly, to the dance between myself and whatever else is shown to me, in whatever form it takes. That, my friends, is 'it', the source of our true nature. Drink up and enjoy. Cheers!
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