Good day, Steemians!
“Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.” ― H.L. Mencken
What an exciting Hard Fork Day it was for me!
It had nothing to do with the Hard Fork,
and everything to do with choosing to do something different
rather than playing it safe.
I made a few posts yesterday; one ruffled some feathers,
and sparked what for me has been one of the most valuable
exchanges I've had on Steemit. I'm so thankful to
for engaging, and I hope the dialogue continues!
How beautiful it is to see humans who are fed up with being polite,
to see and feel and harness the force that wants to crack skulls.
How powerful is frustration; how deeply rooted is judgment!
How exciting to see these "dark" sides, yet still feel anchored in respect and light.
How thrilling to break them down to make way for evolution;
I'm so grateful to be here and now.
Thank you, Steemit, for enabling such personal growth and development!
What a strong community this is.
As I have shared, first instruction in yoga
came from the Bhagavad Gita, from a war between brethren.
Conflict is the perfect time to practice yoga!
I offer of it today, and I come open and ready and willing to look within
as well. Rather than share an asana, I want to tell you about a goddess:
This is Kali
She is a consort of Shiva - that's him on the ground.
Shiva (pure awareness) is her eternal witness, inseparable from herself.
She comes to slay the ego, to push you out of your comfort zone,
to change and transform and destroy.
She is fierce; she wears a skirt of severed arms and a garland made of skulls.
She devours all things. She is time, and she is death.
Her skin is dark blue, almost black.
She is eternity, the undefined field of infinity and unlimited potential,
from which all things arise and into which all things return.
She is ablaze, an unrestrained force that cannot be contained.
Kali delivers insight, wisdom, and enlightenment.
She cuts through delusion and self-consumption.
The severed head she holds represents the ego;
the skulls around her neck are those she liberated from identification with the body.
At first glance, Kali is gruesome, but she is so much more.
She is fearless; she is protection.
Ever blissful, she nourishes all things.
It is from compassion that she destroys human bondage.
Without the death she brings, rebirth cannot be.
Can you relate to this force? I sure can -
feeling so much Kali energy surging through me lately, with this
wicked world too much to bear and I have a burning desire to VANQUISH!
I crave battle - what is this thing so primordial in me??
It is so powerful, almost scary; can a demolition be controlled if I indulge that energy??
Surely not, but still I want to break it all down, burn it to the ground,
and start all over again, fresh, new, undefined.
C'mon, Kali Ma, do your thing in me, rip it all apart
so I can gather up the pieces and build something better.
💛 Sara!
My little bits of gratitude: thank you thank you thank you to all these wonderful beings who influence me. Thank you for perspective; thank you for change. Thank you for challenge!