“Would it please you if I said your eyes were twin goldfish bowls filled to the brim with the clearest green water and that when the fish swim to the top, as they are doing now, you are devilishly charming?”
― Margaret Mitchell

When you look longingly into my eyes — as if about to kiss me — I want to look down toward my toes, shying away from the reality that I don’t like you. Not even a little bit.

But when you look deeply into my sole being — as if about to sweep me off my feet…

“I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.”
― Emily Dickinson

For anyone who knows me at all, it’s no surprise that my favorite f word (let’s be honest here — my favorite word) is fuck.

From the Urban Dictionary itself, fuck is defined as follows:

an extremely flexible, magic word that exists in nearly every part of speech

Indeed, fuck is quite flexible and also pure magical. It stems from anger, love, lust, contentment, confusion, mystic, wonder, curiosity, allowance…

“Another werewolf thing. Like most animals, we spent a large part of our lives engaged in the three Fs of basic survival. Feeding, fighting and… reproduction.”
― Kelley Armstrong
Or might we (I — because it’s my favorite word) say: fucking.

Feeding

We feed on the energy consuming us, granted to us from the heavenly skies above, as we feel the urges to eat and feast and grow and strive. We feed on our passions as we cultivate our dreams into realities. We feed. We feed. We feed. As if inhuman. As if like werewolves.

Fighting

We fight back the urges otherwise…

“I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs
treat us as equals.”
— Winston Churchill

To name a few below, yoga incorporate animals, plants and insects alike to mimic the behavior of the abundance of creatures surrounding us, whilst we deepen our stretching and postures in our breathing, our movement, our alignment and so on.

Tree Pose:

We root our feet (roots) deep into the ground, until we find stillness in our lower half, meanwhile branching our arms upward toward the heavenly skies that gift us with its miraculous energy, as we sway from…

“It is not until you change your identity to match your life blueprint that you will understand why everything in the past never worked.”
— Shannon L. Alder

I’ve been suicidal — to the point of almost no return, never again to breathe the airs surrounding me, never again to see the butterflies flittering around outside my window, never again to feel the winds brush softly against my cheek, never again to taste the kiss of the ocean upon my lips, never again to smell the aromas of the fields of flowers close to my home, never again to hear…

“There are no ordinary people. You have never spoken to a mere
mortal. Natures, civilizations, cultures, arts, these are mortal. But it
is with immortals that we work, joke, snub, marry, exploit.”
— C.S. Lewis

None of us are immortal, yet we sometimes act like we are. Why? I wonder.

We hold onto our keepsakes as if they aren’t perishable the way the whispering winds are, to be carried away upon death — death of us and death of them. …

“A rainy day is like a lovely gift — you can sleep late and not feel
guilty.”
— Elizabeth Jane Howard

It rains. It pours. It screams. It howls. It streams. It floods. It rains. It pours.

When the rains flow from the open heavens above, my eyes themselves are open, too. Open to the woes of the world that leave me dry on the inside but oh so wet on the outside. Open to the mistakes already but also the abundance of mistakes yet to have happen. Open to the wondrous glories set forth before me but also, to…