Fuck your Humility.
It’s not doing you any favours.
I want you to show me how much you are in love with yourself.
Give me More of YOU.
Let Yourself Be Too Much.
OWN THE FUCKING AMAZINGNESS THAT YOU ARE.
Fuck that tall poppy shit right off,
Shine baby Shine,
Wear bright lipstick to lunch,
That special dress on a Tuesday.
Strut down the street.
Wind down the windows and turn up the music LOUD.
Speak with passion, like you mean it.
Moan when something feels or tastes good.
Recognise that your full radiance, while it may disturb and disgust some.
Most of the time you will actual wake others up.
Disturb the walking dead that is the majority of society.
When you are so deeply rooted in your own light.
Your own power
Your own confidence and joy,
When it becomes unshakeable bliss inside of you.
It becomes something that radiates out to others.
It blesses them, it opens them.
Your light is a gift.
Yet sadly, it won't always be celebrated and received like that...
Last Saturday afternoon, me and 3 friends zipped around in a car with the top down. Cheesy, sexy music blasting, wind blowing in our hair, arms in the air, there were much squealing and whooping.
I experienced so much joy, freedom, pleasure life force and radiance streaming through us.
It was a fucking spiritual experience in that little sports car.
It was amazing however to witness the tiny bits of shame and embarrassment that would pop up too.
When the car slowed down at traffic lights for example and people at the cafes would look over at this gaggle of women, hair, music and pleasure. Of course heads were turn, the world is not used to seeing this level of aliveness and it was a powerful exercise to practice being fully in ourselves and our joy and not allowing the attention (whether it was good or bad) to throw us off our own experience)
Most of the time I kept my attention firmly rooted in my own body.
Treating this as not only simple fun, but an exercise in how I hold myself and where I shrink in my own shining depending on whats going on around me.
At one point however, I looked into the car next to me where we had pulled up.
In a moment I caught sight of girl about my age, who glanced over and immediately covered her disapproving face in her hands, shaking her head, looking embarrassed for us.
I saw her lips mouth the word ‘Oh my god’
It didn’t hurt me personally, (We had played Beyonce on repeat enough times to not give a fuck)
I know that that fact that she was embarrassed by such a display, meant she was embarrassed about this part of herself.
But I did feel compassion and sadness for her.
I didn't shrink though.
Because compassion does not mean dimming in sympathy so not to make another feel comfortable, or because we aren't being received.
The most compassionate thing you can do when you experience the closure and triggers around your own light, is to hold yourself in love and keep on fucking shining baby.