“Allow shame to find no home in your posture, in your dances, in your aura, in your lovemaking,
in your lovemaking sounds,
in your dreaming spaces,
in your every single desire.”
thinking about all the “small” art that’s ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didn’t survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.
this is not a sad post!!!! this is a celebration!!!!! art is part of the human condition!!!!!!! we were born to create and share!!!!!!!!!!!
Crazy how our bodies are literally built for pleasure and overly ascetic patriarchal religions try to tell us that our flesh is evil. We have thousands of taste buds for enjoying delicious food and drink. Happy hormones are triggered when we dance. We can sing to entertain ourselves and others. Conscious, aligned sex with a good partner feels great and improves your health. We have beautiful eyes, figures, lips, hair to attract each other. We laugh so hard we cry and it feels GREAT. The smell of a rose on a warm summer breeze lifts my mood instantly. Our bodies are so so sacred. Nature is sacred. The Divine dwells in the earth and within us just as much as ‘up there’.
do you guys want to know one of the coolest things ever btw. i’m going to tell you either way i just like to give you the illusion of choice
when anteaters find an anthill they don’t just stick their face in and slurp with reckless abandon. they leave behind enough ants to rebuild the ant society and also don’t eat queens. they’re not just hunting the ants they are essentially farming them. isn’t that the coolest
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if you reblog this post without my anteater fact i hate you. it’s the most important part.
‘Yet happiness and joy continue to burst through this mutual condition. Life, it seems, is full of an insistent, systemic and irrepressible beauty. But these moments of happiness are not experienced alone, rather they are almost entirely relational and are dependent on a connection to the Other – be it people, or nature, or art, or God. This is where meaning establishes itself, within the connectedness, nested in our shared suffering.
I believe we are meaning-seeking creatures, and these feelings of meaning, relational and connective, are almost always located within kindness. Kindness is the force that draws us together, and this, Beau, is what I think I am trying to say – that despite our collective state of loss, and our potential for evil, there exists a great network of goodness, knitted together by countless everyday human kindnesses.’
some of u are being so annoying with this post. well guess what my mom didn’t love my dad and my grandfather didn’t love my grandma and so on and so on but instead of bitching abt that im choosing to believe some distant relative hundred years ago loved this nose on a woman… and some other bicth loved these eyes in a man and another cunt went absolutely crazy for these weird shaped lips . and it’s wonderful
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