When you are in doubt...show up.
When you are scared...show up.
When you haven’t got a fucking clue...show up.
When death comes knocking on your door with its distractions...show up.
When you feel tired...show up.
When you have nothing to give...show up.
When you feel shy...show up.
When you have forgotten how...show up.
When every fibre of your striated muscles ache with uncertainty...show up.
When you feel it's all too much...show up.
When you feel nothing...show up.
When you feel everything ripping like electric lightning storms through your blood...show up.
When you're feeling foolish...show up.
When you are in resistance...show up.
When you feel the bruising beauty of your raw vulnerability...show up.
When you'd rather hide away...show up.
Show up in every shade of you. Show up with every shadow of you. Show up with the blinding light of you. Show up. Show up. Show up.
Maybe we are all just made of tears. Of the waters of life. Of the Holy Grail we seek anywhere but within us.
We are made of magic.
And it’s all held together by this fluid force, a vortex of gossamer liquid, a whirl pool, infinite, deeper than the darkness. It is the darkness. The void.
And when we feel the magic it turns the tap on, the sacred blessed waters. Tears of joy, tears of grief, tears of rage or frustration. Tears of joy and love. Tears of mischief making and love making. Tears of hurt and disappointment. Tears that are simply tears on the fabric of knowing, in the weave of illusion.
It’s only God saying ‘hello’.
It’s love. The same thing.
Love. Magic. Love. Magic.
Shall we dive in and swim out until there’s no more horizon? Until we plummet over the edge into only God knows where?
I’ll wear my mermaid suit! J
You bring the whisky and guitar.
Press the magic button and let beauty kiss your brow in a thousand feathered kisses that wake up your sex and set the world on fire.
I dare you.
Heidi Hinda Chadwick
Creativity. Sexuality. Life. Art. Soul. Love.