Love is Stronger than Pride
Call me a fool for love, for that is what I am.
A happy jester with a loyal heart skipping through
each day as its own adventure full of potential.
I’m a soul trapped in a woman’s body who
owns that her vibe is all her own.
I’m often told meeting me is an experience
not quickly forgotten, and I carry a … presence.
I don’t really know if any of that is true.
I do know that I don’t try to be anything, and
this leaves room for me to just be me without
a because, without fear, without care or worry.
When you don’t try to be anything, there is freedom.
You’re not trying to impress, ingratiate, or appease.
Think what you will about my light and carefree soul
babbling on about love as though it’s
as free and life giving as oxygen, because it is 😊
Think what you will that I desire the frequency of
my heart matches that of mother earth
that I may take in and reflect her
ancient wisdom, beauty, grace, and resilience.
Part of being a fool is remembering the ego is our
accessory of skills and abilities that the soul is meant
to be carried and used as needed like the supplies carried
by The Fool in their bindle.
We live in a world of people carrying their
heart and soul bound up in the bindle and allowing
their ego to direct their path and choices.
When we live by ego, we are living out our insecurities,
yet we disguise them as pride.
Life isn’t juxtaposed; our priorities are.
The soul is limitless; therefore, love is limitless.
The ego is limited thus puts limits on love.
I have been many things in my life that were For Other people and that kept me struggling.
I would try so hard to be perfect, ya know, reach that bar that other people set for you and that you think will earn you love, loyalty, care even. I know I'm not the only one who has ever aimed for that unreachable bar of "Good Enough". Then one day it dawns on you, I don't remember the last 15 years. And you keep going, more years, doing what you have to every day to keep forgetting, realizing you don't remember makes you think, I didn't live; I existed.
Then one day, somehow, somewhere, you begin to wake up and things are groggy for a while, maybe a bit blurry from those years of "sleep existing". Your life looks like something you don't know, like, or resonate with, and you wonder how did I get here?
You begin to clear the sleep from your eyes, apply "ice packs" and other "treatments" to try and reduce the accumulated inflammation of your mind, body, heart, and soul from those years. You try various things, thus you explore different facets of yourself. As you keep opening to new things, you begin to feel what resonates within you and what does not. Over time, you realize the things that people like in you or about you that doesn't resonate with you anymore. People begin to fall away and that's okay. You're not unhappy or lacking which makes it possible to go it alone if it means you get to be just you. You begin to come across people, places, things, and ideas all that strike at that spark within you. Each spark adds to your flames and every flame billows then recedes into an ember that keeps the hearth of your heart and soul warm, full of love, and provides sustenance just as the hearth in a home provides light, is used to prepare food and keeps you warm and safe even in the darkness.
To become a Hearth is likewise to become a Fool.
Madness is it...it is definitely not - that to be a light in the dark, a soft warm space, a loving Passionate FireStar requires the heart be pliable, mind and soul open to experiences, growth, and the curiosity of a Fool.
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