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Calling in the Divine
A poem, day 17/30
I’d never peg myself as being a prude, but I had given up on the idea of love, and subsequently, that would include no more sex, at 34 when I was training with a Buddhist Lama to take my vows to become a nun.
And I was ok with it, I had done it good when I did it so to speak and I could do without it, for it surely comes with many entanglements, and I am a fewer the better kinda person when it comes to entanglements!
But then my Lama behaved inappropriately, but that is another story for another time and topic.
It was time for a change of direction.
Then I had the pivotal experience of literally getting naked with myself deep in nature for the first time. This weekend with myself and other naked people changed me in a way words cannot express, but another time in another story we will try!
Fortitude and a little lady luck intervened, and I did not take my robes and vows. The teachings stayed within me along with some very confused ones about the inappropriate behavior. But again, another story for another day.
I did meet Cemaaj. Love unexpectedly tore open my heart just when I had tidily put it all away to feel love of a different sort.
