I’m going to attempt to watch something funny. One of my favourite shows. Something that would make me smile, cry real tears (not just emoji ones) of laughter and remember how much of a gift it is to be able to laugh (Shout out to Mindy Kaling and the Mindy Project. Its hilarious). A gift to feel and experience joy. Happiness. All of the moments are precious. Don’t count them, but make them count (I feel like that last line is a real quote from someone 🤔)
Damn. Death sure has a way of kicking you in the balls; actual or strapped on ones-don’t matter you get the reference.
But shit. If someone kicks you in the balls (I’m assuming & also going by countless cinematic scenes where the cis gendered dude seems to be in excruciating pain 🎬) you probably deserved it? Bc who does that to someone w/o reason? (Aside from men 🙄)
Am I saying that when someone dies that we deserve to experience death/loss/grief in that way? No. That would be hella idiotic and quite a problematic statement.
What I’m saying izzzzz: We deserve to live. To remember to live, while we are here.
We deserve to be loved fully, wholly as ourselves and to give/return that same love to others. We deserve to experience the full, infinite magnitude and spectrum of love and to be in relationships that nourish & nurture us. We are here for the experience of life and living.
Nothing like a new ancestor to remind your ass to grab life by the horns (shout out to my Uncle, a Taurus, my mum and all my bulls 🤘) & make your experience reflect your authentic expression.
Passion. Love. Life is living.
Goddess, bless the dead
bless the mortals still alive, who are playing dead…the walking dead.
Love to you in your moments. Life. The gift. Open up.
– Syn El Sol ☀