Stuck in an age of change. So many topics, wonders, a place of affluence. This blog post inspired by Carla Starla. A female DJ in Chicago I met at Chi-Ka-Go! She has a calm, empowering burst of life to her, this Carla Starla character. As she DJ'd, I listened to the words bounce off the clay walls in the yoga studio high above in the sky of Chicago. This was last fall, when I met her and the music. Recently added her on Facebook and turns out she has inspirational videos. In this video, Carla talks about "Who you are". She speaks of trusting yourself and your instincts within life. She speaks of co-existence and opportunity. She mentions how we create our reality with our thoughts. WATCH and listen. Or just listen. "A time where one feels awake from a dream much like the matrix." Almost like waking up from a dream and flopping out of bed, making a cup of coffee and sitting down to realize life is beautiful -- Oh wait...This is life everyday. Most importantly, life is raw, real, and here in every moment. Between those moments, we decide if we want to be awake, and present with emotions and the environment around us. There's a lot of going on inside the human body as well as outside the human body. This is amazing. To feel sensations as they arrive and pass. For example: Last night, I awoke at four am closer to five with an awful cheese induced stomach ache. I'm lactose intolerant and there's times I just say fuck it and eat an awesome cheese filled Mexican dinner....SO this stomach ache at four in the morning induced the thought of vomiting. Gross, I know. I told myself in this moment, "Ok, this hurts. I'm feeling this awful sensation. Let me breathe." Let me breathe is what I told myself since vomiting seemed like an idea I wanted to vanish. I took another deep, slow breathe, and slowly out. I allowed the air to calm my thoughts down. I allowed my stomach pain to happen, for I know why it was present. Also, I remained curious as to when the fuck it would be over. SO I kept, breathing with one warm hand on my hurting stomach. Kept breathing until I fell asleep and the thoughts silenced. Wa la! Life is felt regaurdless of the feeling. Being awake to the feeling, the sensations, the burps and farts. Feeling is apart of life just as much as this next breathe taken in by your wonderful pink lungs. Each day has a purpose. Each day has a freedom of purpose. Thank you.
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