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Quickie: Silence and Seeing Ourselves Clearly

by P. Braithwaite

“Unfortunately, in seeing ourselves as we truly are, not all that we see is beautiful and attractive. This is undoubtedly part of the reason we
flee silence. We do not want to be confronted with our hypocrisy,
our phoniness. We see how false and fragile is the false self we project.
We have to go through this painful experience to come to our true self.
It is a harrowing journey, a death to self—the false self—and no one
wants to die. But it is the only path to life, to freedom, to peace, to true love. And it begins with silence. We cannot give ourselves in love
if we do not know and possess ourselves. This is the great value of silence.
It is the pathway to all we truly want.”

M. Basil Pennington

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MANifest Destiny: A Little Optimistic Visioning :)

by P. Braithwaite

SO I decided to post twice today. Like I said…I love V-day and I love love. Sue me. 😉

I’ve touched on all of my favorite Valentine’s Day topics recently ( self-love, loving your friends, opening your heart/forgiving, and self-worth), and I don’t have anything new to say at the moment. So, instead, I humbly share my top-secret lady love-vision with you, and I lovingly challenge you (and myself) to enjoy all the love in your life, WHILE clarifying your own vision for the love you desire.

Enjoy…

He is a man. A man’s man. An honest man. A handsome man. A man whom I desire. A man who walks into the room and ignites my heart. A man who supports me — all of me — the best and worst parts of my…self. My man is a balm — a salve — an ointment that makes life a little bit less painful. A man who teaches me how to feel safe. A man I can trust enough to relax. He is a romantic man. A man who spoils me and sweeps me off of my feet. I am constantly surprised and I am open to receiving. He takes me on adventures — in our living room, in our backyard, and across the globe. A man who makes me laugh so hard I could throw up. A man who is honest — spiritually, emotionally, and physically present. A man who stretches me…as I stretch him…and we grow together. He is a man with whom I feel a soul connection. A man who is available. A man who scares me in the most constructive way — in the way that challenges who I am and fosters who I am becoming. A good father for my children. A good leader for our household. A good partner for my soul…for our team…for our tribe…for our empire. A man who is deep and philosophical — a thinker. A confident man…secure in his desires and comfortable with the life he is choosing. A creative man — one who understands his own power and ability to create his future. A man who is ready to be my husband — who can help me feel ready to be his wife. I am ready, willing and able to be this man’s wife. A man who loves, honors and supports the artist in me. A man who occasionally reads my work but is never intrusive. A man who sees me clearly and loves me unconditionally — who helps me deepen my relationship to myself. A shepherd…a confidante…a partner…a friend.

This is the man I will marry.

May your reality and your vision always align.

What are you MAN or WOMANifesting?

Do you love V-Day against your will?

by P. Braithwaite

I had another blog post written this morning. One that was positive and upbeat. One about clarifying your vision for love. I called it MANifesting. It wasn’t all that bad. I even wrote my own vision of my future husband. I was going to share it with you, but I woke up this morning and it didn’t appropriate.

Maybe I’ll schedule it to post later. I’m writing this post on the fly.

A friend of mine once told me there are professional mourners in the world: people hired to go to funerals and sob so that others can feel comfortable accessing their own grief.

Today, I’m that person for those of you that needed it.

Here’s the truth I’m going to get off my chest: I love Valentine’s Day. I love the idea of a day that reminds us to get into our hearts. We live from so many other places: our heads, from other’s expectations, so if there’s a day that screams LOVE LIVES HERE (even with obnoxious teddy bears and stupid candy hearts) I believe that is inherently good. So I’m honoring my humanity. I’m a person on a path, but I f* cking like bears and roses too! I’m not above it! I don’t care! Sue me…

My disappointment today is almost palpable.

I know I’m not alone. There are others like me. While everyone is instagraming heart-shaped boxes of chocolate crap, we’ll put on our gamefaces and go out into the world.

I don’t like Valentine’s Day anyway, we’ll say.

We should show love everyday…

We’Il love people in our lives, and we’ll truly and authentically appreciate the love they give us. But inside…I, for one, will still feel a little sadness. I feel called to write this post to rep for those who feel the same.

Today, I’m the professional mourner for the lonely.

This is a post for all sad and disappointed people — those both in and out of love. I get it. This shit sucks. I understand. The downside of a championship is that someone has to lose, and the downside of this day is that, with all this outward loving, sometimes your quiet simple love life (or friendships and familial bonds) just doesn’t feel like enough. But trust me, your love is beatiful and valid. These emotions are transient; they will pass before you know it. And if they don’t… Well, I think Scandal airs on ABC tonight. 🙂

Yesterday I wrote a post about how happiness is a choice, and today I am a little disappointed. That’s okay. There is nothing wrong with any of what I’m feeling. So I stand boldly in my feelings for those who may feel sad, overlooked, disappointed or confused. I acknowledge your feelings so that you, without a doubt, know you’re not alone.

Today is a shitty day to feel alone.

So anyone who needs a valentine has one: me. This whole blog is the love letter just for you.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.