DatingGod

Yes, Go

Freddie and His Yes

On Walkabout Down The Rabbithole

The past week has been incredibly intense, and in the most gentle yet hardcore, full yet emptying, expansive yet grounded way imaginable. I don't know how to write about it. Or talk about it. Not yet. But I will.

I won't need to have to come out the other side in order to begin writing about it, but some sort of shift needs to happen. It's too delicate right now.

And beyond everything else, what is number one, above and beyond wants or desires or feelings or thoughts or the internets or posting is this: the truth resonates, vibrates inside of me, and I give my energy to it, and do what it shows me is the right way.

It does in you, too.

And so I leave you with another link, another pulsation of Yes via the net. This one is going to probably be a bit hard to stick with. She has a flat affect, much like elder Native Americans do, and in our dramatic western culture, it reads oddly in the beginning. But she's the real deal. Look at her eyes. Watch her eyes. And listen for the truth. Better yet, listen to the vibration inside of you. Not the judging mind, not the inner weasel that cringes. Listen from the truth inside of you.

 

בציריך - עם כתוביות בעברית Kiesha from Derech-Lev on Vimeo.

We Are All Cyborgs Now

Totally gorgeous. Totally organic. Totally Yes.

Amber Case, Cyborg Anthropologist

Jack Lalanne Drops His Wonderful Body

Good lord, what a hottie, and how incredibly ahead of his time:

 

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Anne Geddes "Beginnings"

 

Interspecies Yes

I never get tired of reading this: Daring Rescue of Whale. Partly because of the humans. But mostly because of the whale.  

My heart buzzes yesyesyes at the knowledge that not all animals think we furless folks are completely insane . . .

(Thanks for the remind, Kelly.)

Shop Til They Drop

My sister took us out to the movies and for dinner afterwards. The restaurant we wanted to go to hadn't opened for dinner service yet and we had an hour to kill. She pointed to a store nearby and said: how about we go do a little shopping? I answered: how about you just take this ballpoint pen and stab me in the head with it over and over?

Really. Not even being dramatic. I hate shopping. For so many reasons. Now I've got backup from Johann Hari

 

Katwise

I am utterly, madly in love.

Before the world shattered into pieces six years ago, I saw the world through similarly magic tinted eyes. But I never created the amazing "fairy-chic" coats. Or traveled the world.

Two days ago, I saw that it's time to drop the shield of negativity and judgment, to let more of the shards of the world fall away. And now Life brings me this reminder of the magic, the shower of Yes that opens up when we relax into the chaos.

I don't know if I'll ever be as cool and hilarious and light-hearted as Kat. I'm just grateful to listen to her language, let the energy of her radiate off the screen and into my current programming, let a few neurons of No slip off the grid.