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: : : A Love Letter for You- There’s still time~ Xoxo

A Love Letter for You~

If I could fold this up the way we used to do in 5th grade, you better believe that I would.

I hope this digital, not nearly as romantic, correspondence will suffice.

I have always been enamored with l’amour. But who hasn’t? On some level and in some way? Even if they didn’t know it? Our whole existence was incumbent upon the magnetism and conjunction of 2 things and creating something else entirely.

And isn’t it astounding this thing of love?? Not only do these systems tick and tock and think and walk, they layer affection and preference and beauty upon one another. Can you believe we get to love? Damn is it good and damn does it hurt and wow how utterly devastating and annihilating- in a good way-  when we find out it is what we are.  And how when we understand that in every single cell, how that insight requires of us a relinquishment - and man is that hard! - of all that isn’t love. Just holywow. All the devouring of all the best pie, the humble one, and wow is it worth it.

In this day and age, in its myriad stages of awakening- and yes I do believe this mess of a world is learning to love and experiencing a shaking out of old systems and of everything but (or at least, I choose to see it that way)…. it is another reason for a real celebration so that we might further amplify this forcefield that we are amidst and the capability we have of evolving greater and greater capacity for this thing called L O V E .

One of the brightest and biggest ways to come into a deeper understanding of who and what we are as nothing less than love itself, is to be with ourselves in an incredibly intimate way.

Due to a technology malfunction (all things for a reason- or again, if not, we might as well decide to see it that way) it is not too late to join us for a 3 week series on the art of love in the form of meditation.

Over the course of the 3 weeks, we will look at how you can be with 3 aspects:

The Love Affair- masculine and feminine, structure and idea, yin and yang

The Cosmos- multidimensional, myriad mosaics and the activism of being with Self

The Seed- the singularity, the distillation, and the arrival

M E D I T A T I O N ~

Love in the Form of Silence

3 Tuesdays starting Feb 20- 6-7.30pm MT

These 3 weeks we will find a way about things that is practical, science sprinkled, data driven, nature informed, and simultaneously listens to the poetry of the soul and the heart beat of creativity.
Gone are the days of transcendental spaces. Our world is begging of us that we embody more, connect to earth more, relate to each other, MORE. There is a meditation that is in and through rather than up and out and as much as we sometimes want to escape, to have an earthbound practice that takes us into the viscera, into our bones, is to connect more to earth and one another.

This series will not only have you leaving with the confidence to have a self-practice, but you will also learn ways of stitching together energetic, psychological, and anatomical truths that inform all your practices and all of your life.

Investment:
$75-135 (25 each -45 each) sliding scale and income/life circumstance depending

It is not too late to join. It is not too late to celebrate. It is not too late to love.

It would be an honor to see you there.

LUV Julia

: : : A LOVE Poem for You

The Quiet World

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred   
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear   
without saying hello. In the restaurant   
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,   
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.   
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,   
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line   
and listen to each other breathe.

By Jeffrey McDaniel

Julia Horn