Yes, there are moments of slight freak out. A common happening when most everything has changed overnight. I wished it so hard it came, came big, came fast. I grabbed it by the balls and we rolled. And with that, change came faster than a lightning bolt in a summer storm. Without hesitation I stood under it and survived. So fast in fact, I wasn’t able to think it, only feel it. Everything inside me said go. GO Tamara GO! The love spoke louder than I’ve ever heard it before. It called me from across the Atlantic into the heart of New York City. Now here I am. Happy, in his arms.
The borders are not ours. They are mere constructs of the human reality, the lines which divide us and restrict our freedom, so they say it is to maintain peace. The way the system flows everywhere I go, seems the “peaceful” control creates more chaos, confusion and fear than peace. That’s what they want. We are easier to puppet this way but love stomps over fear. Love is the greater force. Love does what love has to do to survive. That’s what my enamorado says, “all we have to to is survive” (“and believe” he adds seconds after). “Believe?”, I say, “as in let go, release?” “As in DO”, he responds. An active belief restores my freak out mode back to breathable levels of semi calm. Onwards we proceed, doing the best we can under this controlled illusional reality that unfortunately at times binds our wrists together. Though us love warriors walk on believing till our last day on this planet of which originated with no borders, only love.
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