Spiritual Cowgirl

Regarding my Redsolutions down below…this piece follows my rather robust redsolutions in my Newsletter and so I’m offering it here because I dig balance almost as much as I dig imbalance.

“Now, let’s briefly tether this bright red balloon. I also have several practical intentions I made for this new year, such as: volunteer once a month, cut my energy expense in half, find more ways to practice authentic service, buy more food from local farms, organize my files, make a new budget, start offering private “red intensives”, take my dog to obedience classes, clean out my closets, dirty up my mind — but the Redsolutions down below spilled outta me when I sat down, quieted my mental “to do” list, breathed into my heart, and asked my divine spark what She wanted me to experience this year.

I quickly realized that these Redsolutions, as quixotic and even “self centered” as they may seem, are just as important for me to act upon as my pragmatic more “self-less” intentions, and both lists essentially support and enhance each other. In fact, doing one without the other is like having dark chocolate without red wine, or sex without sweat, or a body without a heart beat. So, this is just a little red reminder to check in and make sure you have given your divine inner chili pepper a voice, an intention, and a juicy red kiss for this new year.”

OK, said my piece and my peace.

I’ve quoted one of my fave gnostic texts on this blog before, Thunder Perfect Mind, but check out how Prada gives props to this ancient divine feminine text in a thoroughly modern way.

To do something each week that makes absolutely no sense, but reawakens every one of my senses

To laugh as much as possible at impossibility

To claim ecstasy as my birthright

To dance the way a star explodes, a baby yawns, an angel groans, a wave crashes, a Universe fucks, a Sera moves

To soak my ego in Love’s drool

To serve Her by serving my Self (so I can truly serve others),
to love Her by loving myself (so I can truly love others)

To spread eagle my convictions

To claim my wants, needs, desires, shadows, issues, quirks, fears, freckles as Holy

To give without abandoning myself

To completely redvolutionize my sexuality

To sleep with as many deities as possible..and some angels..and maybe some demons… if they use the proper protection

To speak my truth, even when it feels like a lie

To let the divine undress every inch of me before a roaring fire

To turn On as many people as possible (we have way too many “spiritual” things turning us off)

To allow abundance to attack my life

To have a tawdry, passionate, intensely authentic threesome with Me, My Self, and I

To direct the first spiritual film ever to be partially funded by a sex toy company

To unleash a Red that beckons and giggles between the thighs of Heaven and Hell

To play play play play play play play play play play play play

To let Love show me what I’m truly made of… again and again and again

“. . . as one would press [a handkerchief]
against a wound from which life, all in one spurt,
is trying to escape—I held you close
till you were red with me.” - Rilke

“The Dalai Lama said yesterday that he may choose a young girl to be his successor and indicated that he’s ready to pass his political role on to Tibetans in exile”

(”well, tashi delek, hallelujah, shalom, shanti, aho, yee haw, hot damn!” exclaimed a Goddess, a two-year-old Tibetan girl from Brooklyn, and a thong, from somewhere in the spiritual space/time/genital continuum).

“The 73-year-old monk embraced pro-democracy Chinese activist Chin Jin in front of reporters and said he may pick his successor before he passes away. His statements sent a message that he wants to block the Chinese from picking up the next Dalai Lama. “The future of the Dalai Lama institution will be decided by the people,” he said. “If they don’t want it, it should cease to exist.”

I love that man and his next reincarnation…