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"I carry hope in my mouth like a cat carries kittens." ~Mina Bast
www.thesmittenone.com
Monday, October 26, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Dear Universe,
Dear Universe,
I appreciate you so much and I wanted you to know. You allow for the most amazing myriad of experiences to occur. You give us this beautiful picture of how incredibly vast and beautiful we are. I understand that you don’t always get a good rap because you allow so much “bad” stuff to happen here too. To me that is a part of your greatest gift! We came to you so we could experience all of this, good, bad, right wrong, black white. It’s amazing! We have the opportunity to love here while knowing what it feels like to hate! How extraordinary! Thank you. You allow us to make love, grow babies inside our bodies like little seeds from heaven, allow us to nourish them in our bellies. You allow us to lie and fear and run around like mad fools if we want to. We can experience what it feels like to create life, what it feels like to take life, what it feels like to live life and lose life. I can dance here, I can sing, I can run down the street naked if I want to! I can feel what it feels like to feel utterly alone and beg for death and then also experience the opposite end of that spectrum, to see love in every direction.
I used to get upset with you, I’m sorry. You don’t suck just for the record. I don’t hate you. It was just my perspective at the time.
I love that you allow us to experience the illusion of limitation while never limiting us! For you never limit our capacity for experience, capacity to love, the capacity to hate, the capacity to create something from nothing. Indeed it was only my perspective that was ever limited, not you. I love that you create the environment to create vast unquantifiable appreciation. You give us loved ones and allow us the knowledge that they won’t always be here with us. What a magnificent opportunity to refine our appreciation for each other. Time is a brilliant construct here. I have to admit I have not given the full appreciation that I could. I love that you make it seem so vast, expansive. We measure you in billions and billions and billions of years. I love that you made the stars explode so that you could form Me from their dust! Calcium in my bones from their ashes. It’s beautiful. Someone spoke to me once of the poetry of you. At the time I didn’t get it. I think I am starting to now. Back then I thought only of how you reflect this illusion of separation, how I thought that all of this endless death and birth and destruction and creation were metaphors for how we created a place where we thought we were separate from “God” and how we hate each other here and kill each other and how much I was grateful you will die just as surely as you were born too. I am still grateful for the fact that you are temporary just like me, but now I use that to appreciate every single aspect of you that I can while I am here. Thank you.
I know when I die the clay of what is me will return to you, my stardust ashes. Maybe I will be a star once again. Reborn in a nebula? My eternal soul thanks you for providing this immense stage that we make act out our homage, our stories, our plays. Thank you for all you have taught me. I couldn’t have done it without you.
You rock,
Mina Bast
I appreciate you so much and I wanted you to know. You allow for the most amazing myriad of experiences to occur. You give us this beautiful picture of how incredibly vast and beautiful we are. I understand that you don’t always get a good rap because you allow so much “bad” stuff to happen here too. To me that is a part of your greatest gift! We came to you so we could experience all of this, good, bad, right wrong, black white. It’s amazing! We have the opportunity to love here while knowing what it feels like to hate! How extraordinary! Thank you. You allow us to make love, grow babies inside our bodies like little seeds from heaven, allow us to nourish them in our bellies. You allow us to lie and fear and run around like mad fools if we want to. We can experience what it feels like to create life, what it feels like to take life, what it feels like to live life and lose life. I can dance here, I can sing, I can run down the street naked if I want to! I can feel what it feels like to feel utterly alone and beg for death and then also experience the opposite end of that spectrum, to see love in every direction.
I used to get upset with you, I’m sorry. You don’t suck just for the record. I don’t hate you. It was just my perspective at the time.
I love that you allow us to experience the illusion of limitation while never limiting us! For you never limit our capacity for experience, capacity to love, the capacity to hate, the capacity to create something from nothing. Indeed it was only my perspective that was ever limited, not you. I love that you create the environment to create vast unquantifiable appreciation. You give us loved ones and allow us the knowledge that they won’t always be here with us. What a magnificent opportunity to refine our appreciation for each other. Time is a brilliant construct here. I have to admit I have not given the full appreciation that I could. I love that you make it seem so vast, expansive. We measure you in billions and billions and billions of years. I love that you made the stars explode so that you could form Me from their dust! Calcium in my bones from their ashes. It’s beautiful. Someone spoke to me once of the poetry of you. At the time I didn’t get it. I think I am starting to now. Back then I thought only of how you reflect this illusion of separation, how I thought that all of this endless death and birth and destruction and creation were metaphors for how we created a place where we thought we were separate from “God” and how we hate each other here and kill each other and how much I was grateful you will die just as surely as you were born too. I am still grateful for the fact that you are temporary just like me, but now I use that to appreciate every single aspect of you that I can while I am here. Thank you.
I know when I die the clay of what is me will return to you, my stardust ashes. Maybe I will be a star once again. Reborn in a nebula? My eternal soul thanks you for providing this immense stage that we make act out our homage, our stories, our plays. Thank you for all you have taught me. I couldn’t have done it without you.
You rock,
Mina Bast
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