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If you think she's beautiful, treat her so.
 
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the Fire that is your spirit is a beautiful clash of moments, simple, complex, the heat at the heart, the core, the cool of edges deep, bright with love and care, smoldering dark with lust and desire, scent of recollection, of moments past, contained at times to wrap my heart around, out of control, running free in the wilderness of life, causes me to keep my wits, catch my breath...

You are beautiful, you are a fire burning bright...

ummm by me...
 
the Fire that is your spirit is a beautiful clash of moments, simple, complex;
the heat at the heart, the core, the cool of edges deep, bright with love and care;
smoldering dark with lust and desire, scent of recollection, of moments past, contained at times to wrap my heart around,
out of control, running free in the wilderness of life, causes me to keep my wits, catch my breath...

You are beautiful, you are a fire burning bright...

you rock Canbe4fun ~~~ this is BEAUTIFUL.
thank you:heart:
 
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the Fire that is your spirit is a beautiful clash of moments, simple, complex, the heat at the heart, the core, the cool of edges deep, bright with love and care, smoldering dark with lust and desire, scent of recollection, of moments past, contained at times to wrap my heart around, out of control, running free in the wilderness of life, causes me to keep my wits, catch my breath...

You are beautiful, you are a fire burning bright...

ummm by me...


^^^so beautiful...
 
the Fire that is your spirit is a beautiful clash of moments, simple, complex, the heat at the heart, the core, the cool of edges deep, bright with love and care, smoldering dark with lust and desire, scent of recollection, of moments past, contained at times to wrap my heart around, out of control, running free in the wilderness of life, causes me to keep my wits, catch my breath...

You are beautiful, you are a fire burning bright...

ummm by me...
This is just beautiful Canbe 💖
I always love reading your writings.
 
the Fire that is your spirit is a beautiful clash of moments, simple, complex, the heat at the heart, the core, the cool of edges deep, bright with love and care, smoldering dark with lust and desire, scent of recollection, of moments past, contained at times to wrap my heart around, out of control, running free in the wilderness of life, causes me to keep my wits, catch my breath...

You are beautiful, you are a fire burning bright...

ummm by me...

:heart: :heart: :heart: this
 
This was sent out by my yogi this evening and I thought it might be a nice share:

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I overheard a woman wondering aloud in disgust to her friend when she would, if ever, have "a yoga body."
My heart paused.
I wanted to lift her hand to my soft middle & say, "This is a yoga body," and to my strong arms, "and so is this," and to my injuries, "and so is this."
I wanted to ask her to close her eyes, place her hand over her own heart and take a deep breath... "and most importantly THIS," I would say to her.
Your "yoga body" has nothing to do with its shape, but everything to do with the space you hold for it to be human and imperfect.
Your "yoga body" is not the body you will have "someday," but the one that is breathing in and out for you right now.
It will never match your expectation if you expect it to look like someone else's. And you may never feel at home in it if your expectations revolve around its shape and weight. Bodies change, break, heal. Constantly.
When you see images that promise static perfection, close your eyes to it & open them to yourself in all your present, messy, imperfect glory.
You cannot self-loathe your way into self-love, nor hate your way into happiness.
The path to peace is not an impossible journey.
You simply have to stand still.
In your own body.
Now.
 
This was sent out by my yogi this evening and I thought it might be a nice share:

https://manoncurie.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/1901438_10152221602748910_180089052_n.jpg?w=332&h=275
I overheard a woman wondering aloud in disgust to her friend when she would, if ever, have "a yoga body."
My heart paused.
I wanted to lift her hand to my soft middle & say, "This is a yoga body," and to my strong arms, "and so is this," and to my injuries, "and so is this."
I wanted to ask her to close her eyes, place her hand over her own heart and take a deep breath... "and most importantly THIS," I would say to her.
Your "yoga body" has nothing to do with its shape, but everything to do with the space you hold for it to be human and imperfect.
Your "yoga body" is not the body you will have "someday," but the one that is breathing in and out for you right now.
It will never match your expectation if you expect it to look like someone else's. And you may never feel at home in it if your expectations revolve around its shape and weight. Bodies change, break, heal. Constantly.
When you see images that promise static perfection, close your eyes to it & open them to yourself in all your present, messy, imperfect glory.
You cannot self-loathe your way into self-love, nor hate your way into happiness.
The path to peace is not an impossible journey.
You simply have to stand still.
In your own body.
Now.

Thanks!
 
This was sent out by my yogi this evening and I thought it might be a nice share:

https://manoncurie.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/1901438_10152221602748910_180089052_n.jpg?w=332&h=275
I overheard a woman wondering aloud in disgust to her friend when she would, if ever, have "a yoga body."
My heart paused.
I wanted to lift her hand to my soft middle & say, "This is a yoga body," and to my strong arms, "and so is this," and to my injuries, "and so is this."
I wanted to ask her to close her eyes, place her hand over her own heart and take a deep breath... "and most importantly THIS," I would say to her.
Your "yoga body" has nothing to do with its shape, but everything to do with the space you hold for it to be human and imperfect.
Your "yoga body" is not the body you will have "someday," but the one that is breathing in and out for you right now.
It will never match your expectation if you expect it to look like someone else's. And you may never feel at home in it if your expectations revolve around its shape and weight. Bodies change, break, heal. Constantly.
When you see images that promise static perfection, close your eyes to it & open them to yourself in all your present, messy, imperfect glory.
You cannot self-loathe your way into self-love, nor hate your way into happiness.
The path to peace is not an impossible journey.
You simply have to stand still.
In your own body.
Now.

Oh my goodness... I got shivers reading this. THANK YOU FOR THIS TRUTH. I wish you HAD gone to that woman and said and done those things. It would have been an enormous gift to her and anyone who overheard you. It may well not have been impossible in that moment - and I therefore thank you for sharing your wisdom here with all of us - none of whom have perfect yoga or porn bodies. But rich in imagination and rich in love. :heart:
 
This was sent out by my yogi this evening and I thought it might be a nice share:

https://manoncurie.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/1901438_10152221602748910_180089052_n.jpg?w=332&h=275
I overheard a woman wondering aloud in disgust to her friend when she would, if ever, have "a yoga body."
My heart paused.
I wanted to lift her hand to my soft middle & say, "This is a yoga body," and to my strong arms, "and so is this," and to my injuries, "and so is this."
I wanted to ask her to close her eyes, place her hand over her own heart and take a deep breath... "and most importantly THIS," I would say to her.
Your "yoga body" has nothing to do with its shape, but everything to do with the space you hold for it to be human and imperfect.
Your "yoga body" is not the body you will have "someday," but the one that is breathing in and out for you right now.
It will never match your expectation if you expect it to look like someone else's. And you may never feel at home in it if your expectations revolve around its shape and weight. Bodies change, break, heal. Constantly.
When you see images that promise static perfection, close your eyes to it & open them to yourself in all your present, messy, imperfect glory.
You cannot self-loathe your way into self-love, nor hate your way into happiness.
The path to peace is not an impossible journey.
You simply have to stand still.
In your own body.
Now.

Thank You for sharing this :rose: What a perspective. And perfect way to look at yourself
 
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