F**k Perfect!

Greetings,

Proceed with caution...
This is where it gets raw and real. Ready to experience the messy human state in all it's guts and grandeur?

No apologies, no self help manuals, just the gritty truth of my own perfectly imperfect unreasonable journey.

Permission to be authentic? Granted!





Saturday, September 21, 2013

"In a perfect world, what do you want?"

"Dissolve Me" collage by Kara McKay


"In a perfect world, what do you want?"
he asked me as I was collecting every part of me in a desperate collaborative effort just to breathe. Mere survival was the peak of my aspirations.

Then I caught sight of my soul. She was shimmering and earnest. Hovering above the strangling tourniquet of polarities: good and bad, positive and negative, wrong or right. 

In my human body the pain of emotion had become corporeal, almost doubling me over. My little lizard brain squealing like a pig bound for slaughter. 

Archetypically speaking I have a cast of characters starring in this mortal theater show. Really an introduction is in order for the rest of this to make a lick of sense. 
With no further ado...

The Queen: A benevolent, regal matriarch, she powerfully and almost humbly rules the Earth. (no really, she does)

My girl: If tantrums could walk and talk... she is pouty and fierce in her self righteous indignation. Soothed only by warm loving arms willing to scoop her up and hold her close.

The Lover: Cleopatra, Dark chocolate, Mae West, cashmere, Catherine the Great, caramel, Mata Hari,  Delilah, Eve (yes the first one)...

The Bodyguard: Boots, dark glasses, a glock...That's right bitch, back off!

The Rebel: Joan of Arc told me I could if I want to! Everyone else is doing it, why should I? Don't think I can? Watch me! 

The Mother: Come here baby, let me fix it for you! I'll wipe your tears, rub your back, make you dinner, fold your clothes, run my fingers through your hair, lay your head on my chest, in my lap... I got you baby, ssshhhhhh sleep now my love.

The She Hitler: *shivers* I hate to use this word, but there's no other word for her (cover your eyes) Cunty. Yep that's this nasty broad's MO! I will destroy you, for I am the pure unrivaled mistress of Evil. I will find your every weakness. I will exploit, torture, and defile you. (I have to go wash my hands after typing this.)

The Wise Woman/ Witness/ The Observer: The Wholly silent MC. Creating the space, suspending judgement, granting unconditional permission and forgiveness. She watches with the compassion of Kuan Yin, the great Eye in my Sky *winking at me*

That's my lead cast. There's more. The Mystic, the Saboteur, the High on Molly Cheerleader, and the rest of em are begging for real estate here in the credits, but since this is a blog and not the encyclopedia of Kara's lunacy and lineage,  I'll stop the intros there. (The supporting cast is infinite as far I can tell.)

In my Ego's perfect world, my Queen has sovereignty. This is a one woman act! 

Here's the thing: My sweet precious honey of a soul is here for the whole experience. She wants it all, every last drop of lust, laughter, heart break, fury, and longing. I see her stretching, pushing into each emotion, and tasting them like candy. 

My judgement of and resistance to these messy less evolved faces of me is preposterous to my Soul as they give her admission to the Cirque du Human Show.

So there I was publicly becoming what I deemed the most hideous shamed thing I could imagine. Total loss of perceived dignity. The deformed and stunted gnarly parts of me were there in the open. He saw them. I saw them, through my tears. Despite my lizard brain doomsday threats. I stayed there, open, vulnerable, and present. (I lived to tell!)

 On that bloody edge of uncomfortable frontier. My Wise Woman emerged, observing and holding space for the tantrum and the contraction. Her light of consciousness cradled even these as sacred. They expressed, unfurled, and were granted asylum. (NO, not that kind of asylum, smart ass!)  An amazing thing beyond mere survival took place. My wise woman became even wiser.

In a perfect world what do I want? 
I guess I want this.

An uninterrupted stream of ripening. There is no rush, no race. 

What experience is your sweet soul crafting? Are you willing sit down and watch and feel the show? Grab a tissue!





  




Thursday, September 5, 2013

Just FEEL it already!

Emotions? Feelings? Oh those silly sloppy sloshy unmentionables. Yeah well here I go mentioning them, so brace yourself!

The voice of inner bitch right now is saying that for me to be writing this blog on Emotional Power is the height of hypocrisy. I'm going for it anyway! Maybe this is just good old fashioned divine comedy.


I've been in emotional turmoil again. It doesn't stop does it? Just when I'm settling into a smooth groove, thinking "Oh yeah baby, I got this!" I start to take my light hearted mood for granted, my limitless confidence seems unwavering, right up until it wavers. 


We've been taught that as women our emotions are another weakness. 


I'll be honest, nothing makes me feel weaker than the unpleasant side of the emotional spectrum. To truly allow myself to crumble, cry and FEEL whats there is terrifying, AND it's a form of power. I know it sounds backassward right? I promise you it takes far more courage to be present and honest with these emotions than it does to ignore, deny, check out, and go numb. (Especially that most despicable emotion, you know the one... jealousy!) Here's the straight up truth: that poker face tough girl stuff is for pussies. (ahem, I mean kitties. Just ask Betty. ) 


In Vividly Woman we define Emotional Power as the freedom to feel and the mastery to choose what we do with that emotion. I know, right?! Go back read it again, I'll wait.


When I don't cry the tears or scream the rage, it's still there, an undercurrent of passive aggressive behavior sabotaging me. Emotions are just energy, another form of information. The key piece here is choosing when, where, and what to do with this information. It's energy that wants to move, when it's trapped in our bodies it becomes issues in our tissues, dis ease or disease.


Why is this important? (Beyond disease prevention) one word: Relationships.


Whether you're an entrepreneurial  business heroine, stay at home mama, or ahem human being, relationships are key to your success. Relationships are all about emotional integrity. 


At Dance Your Power we offer you to an intimate experience of your own Sensual, Emotional, and Intuitive Power Centers. We create an opportunity for you to identify whats blocking you from your power!

Successful healthy happy relationships are a result of emotional power claimed and activated! 

Go ahead break down, let er rip...see what's on the other side of that emotional outpouring. I dare you.