We all live in systems.
systems that every single day,
try to break...
break us of who we are...
break us of our dreams.
Fear keeps us in the systems tangle in the unlocked chains of choice.
Ignorance keeps us in the systems, keeps our minds in the prison block.
People say that having the ability to truly live out who you are is a great feat...
That's because it is.
Systems oppress us while the soul in all of us seeks freedom and the humanity seeks understanding.
No one keeps you there caught in the limbo.
Choose knowledge and be free.
Choose Dharma and be free.
Choose Love and be free.
Give yourself the permission to be free.
The chains are unlocked, so fly.
Sossina Chirhart December 2015
With love and positivity to the universe and all the wanderers,
Sossina <3
Friday, December 11, 2015
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Dear Diary...
Dear Diary,
The last couple days have been heart breakingly beautiful. Diary...I have met people that have changed my life forever, that even now in this moment are changing the universe as I know it forever. And that my love is a pretty powerful, pretty darn incredible thing.
I should explain though... a few days ago I got back from a conference. This conference was about us. All of us, about environmentalism, about racial equity, about everyday life, about spiritualism, about acceptance, about humility, about gratitude, about forgiveness, about our intrinsic connection: to the earth, to each other. and Diary, when I left that place, I left a piece of myself there, there is those incredible people, in that incredible place, and Diary, I look forward to returning to that place and collecting that part of myself someday.
You will never meet people kinder, or more thoughtful, that celebrate the Dharma inside each other, that grieve together over the injustices in this world, that sit in the silences with each other, that approach each and everyday with reckless abandon.
Diary, these last couple days have been some of the hardest ever. I have spent time grieving and really truly feeling. I have spent time trying to overcome the great distance I feel, the sadness, the depression. I have gone to counseling and done art therapy and spent a lot of time in the dark.
And when I am truly sad beyond belief, words of a great friend echo in my head, "It is truly courageous to grieve and cry, honor those tears, do not be ashamed, they are a sign of strength". And Diary, let me tell you something about the darkness...I left that place, telling everyone, that to me they were the lights in the darkness, that made me know I could help my people...the people. So when I close my eyes, I see those people, I see them each illuminating the darkness with their candle, with their inner light. Behind my eyes, they dance around me, walk around me, they light up the space around me and if I can grasp that vision, I know deep down that...I...am...not...alone.
Diary, environmentalism, seeking active awareness, are often lonely tasks. The thought of actually comforting the things in our lives is a scary one, it can be filled with fear. But once again, I close my eyes and I can see them all around me, everyone holding a candle, filling that space with the one thing that makes us all keep going...light...hope...understanding.
And then more words Diary, will echo inside me."Sossina, being naive is not a bad thing. For you it is your naivety and curiosity that inspire enthusiasm. That is a gift, whether you realize it or not, and that enthusiasm inspires others". The words that resonate inside of me Diary, those words keep me going.
This feeling keeps me going and knowing that someday, no matter how far away, I will return to claim the part of my soul that I left there, with those amazing people.
Diary, I am only just beginning to understand...
how to heal,
how to strengthen the light inside of everyone
how to nurture Dharma so that Lakshmi may also find me
how to be collaborative
how to be compassionate,
But aren't we all Diary? Aren't we all experiencing: compassion, understanding, gratitude? Aren't we all learning how to set our metaphorical rocks down, so that we can actually talk to each other?
I certainly feel so. I feel it in my essence and in my bones, Diary. Change is on the horizon. I am shivering with anticipation. But I am not waiting for it, rather actively seeking it out, inviting it to become apart of who I am.
Diary, there are no amount of words that could actively describe how I am feeling in this moment. They are a cacophony inside me. But the dissonance and uncomfortability is also okay. I am okay with the darkness, the silence, the sadness. And I acknowledge that inside me lives a "coal, of hope, that I must never let burn out". That everything I experienced is creating a more incredible me, someone that has the tools to actively and positively change the things I touch and the people I meet. That I can support the people, my people, my college, my community.
To everyone I met, we danced together, we had entire conversations through dance. We cried together and had entire conversations through feeling. We meditated together and had entire conversations through the transfer of energy. We healed together and had entire conversations through the rawness. Everyday, I remember all of you and that is why I may feel alone, but know that I am not alone.
"I have energy, You have energy, We have energy. None of the energy ever goes away, we just turn it into more incredible things." -Gyasi Ross
Diary, this is my story, my reflection. May what is keep me going.
Love to all of my Salish friends, Love to the Sea, Love to the Earth.
We will meet again soon,
Forever yours,
Sossina
The last couple days have been heart breakingly beautiful. Diary...I have met people that have changed my life forever, that even now in this moment are changing the universe as I know it forever. And that my love is a pretty powerful, pretty darn incredible thing.
I should explain though... a few days ago I got back from a conference. This conference was about us. All of us, about environmentalism, about racial equity, about everyday life, about spiritualism, about acceptance, about humility, about gratitude, about forgiveness, about our intrinsic connection: to the earth, to each other. and Diary, when I left that place, I left a piece of myself there, there is those incredible people, in that incredible place, and Diary, I look forward to returning to that place and collecting that part of myself someday.
You will never meet people kinder, or more thoughtful, that celebrate the Dharma inside each other, that grieve together over the injustices in this world, that sit in the silences with each other, that approach each and everyday with reckless abandon.
Diary, these last couple days have been some of the hardest ever. I have spent time grieving and really truly feeling. I have spent time trying to overcome the great distance I feel, the sadness, the depression. I have gone to counseling and done art therapy and spent a lot of time in the dark.
And when I am truly sad beyond belief, words of a great friend echo in my head, "It is truly courageous to grieve and cry, honor those tears, do not be ashamed, they are a sign of strength". And Diary, let me tell you something about the darkness...I left that place, telling everyone, that to me they were the lights in the darkness, that made me know I could help my people...the people. So when I close my eyes, I see those people, I see them each illuminating the darkness with their candle, with their inner light. Behind my eyes, they dance around me, walk around me, they light up the space around me and if I can grasp that vision, I know deep down that...I...am...not...alone.
Diary, environmentalism, seeking active awareness, are often lonely tasks. The thought of actually comforting the things in our lives is a scary one, it can be filled with fear. But once again, I close my eyes and I can see them all around me, everyone holding a candle, filling that space with the one thing that makes us all keep going...light...hope...understanding.
And then more words Diary, will echo inside me."Sossina, being naive is not a bad thing. For you it is your naivety and curiosity that inspire enthusiasm. That is a gift, whether you realize it or not, and that enthusiasm inspires others". The words that resonate inside of me Diary, those words keep me going.
This feeling keeps me going and knowing that someday, no matter how far away, I will return to claim the part of my soul that I left there, with those amazing people.
Diary, I am only just beginning to understand...
how to heal,
how to strengthen the light inside of everyone
how to nurture Dharma so that Lakshmi may also find me
how to be collaborative
how to be compassionate,
But aren't we all Diary? Aren't we all experiencing: compassion, understanding, gratitude? Aren't we all learning how to set our metaphorical rocks down, so that we can actually talk to each other?
I certainly feel so. I feel it in my essence and in my bones, Diary. Change is on the horizon. I am shivering with anticipation. But I am not waiting for it, rather actively seeking it out, inviting it to become apart of who I am.
Diary, there are no amount of words that could actively describe how I am feeling in this moment. They are a cacophony inside me. But the dissonance and uncomfortability is also okay. I am okay with the darkness, the silence, the sadness. And I acknowledge that inside me lives a "coal, of hope, that I must never let burn out". That everything I experienced is creating a more incredible me, someone that has the tools to actively and positively change the things I touch and the people I meet. That I can support the people, my people, my college, my community.
To everyone I met, we danced together, we had entire conversations through dance. We cried together and had entire conversations through feeling. We meditated together and had entire conversations through the transfer of energy. We healed together and had entire conversations through the rawness. Everyday, I remember all of you and that is why I may feel alone, but know that I am not alone.
"I have energy, You have energy, We have energy. None of the energy ever goes away, we just turn it into more incredible things." -Gyasi Ross
Diary, this is my story, my reflection. May what is keep me going.
Love to all of my Salish friends, Love to the Sea, Love to the Earth.
We will meet again soon,
Forever yours,
Sossina
Thursday, October 8, 2015
I Thank thee Earth...
Thank thee Earth...
For the rain...(water)
the feeds our souls and feeds our brains.
That makes us new and washes away.
That nurtures and forages,
the things we need to grow.
this is what it takes to make us whole.
Thank thee Earth...(fire)
For the sun,
The bright rays that let us know a new day is come.
The golden spots that reflect natures beauty,
the kaleidoscope that lives inside us,
warm under the rays of the ethereal sun.
Thank thee Earth...(soil)
For the moss,
the squishy green stuff that keeps us grounded to this place,
the soft bouncy good stuff...
where little bio's live and where cranberries sometimes grow.
This is the blanket of the earth.
Lay in the moss and feel safe.
Thank thee Earth ...(wind)
For the wind,
That fills my lungs and body.
That gives us an undeniable urge to look up...to fly.
That pushes boats home to families waiting.
Whose quick breezes remind us that our loved ones are with us.
For Breath...For Breathing...For Cleansing
I Thank thee Earth...
The Mother,
From which all life flows.
Who sustains and nurtures...all the grows,
and even some that don't.
Whose resources we take advantage of and whose creatures we harm.
The Mother who will hopefully forgive humans someday.
I Thank thee Earth...
The Web of interconnectedness,
That makes me feel like I belong here...
or somewhere.
That gives me strength.
A place where my brothers and sisters are not just humans,
but all living things.
I Thank thee Earth...
For the life she provides me.
For the voice she gives me.
For the beauty that I feel blessed to see each day.
For allowing me to just...be.
Existence is precious.
Thank thee Earth.
Sossina Jeanette Chirhart October 8 2015
In honor of Earth Charter Week
For the rain...(water)
the feeds our souls and feeds our brains.
That makes us new and washes away.
That nurtures and forages,
the things we need to grow.
this is what it takes to make us whole.
Thank thee Earth...(fire)
For the sun,
The bright rays that let us know a new day is come.
The golden spots that reflect natures beauty,
the kaleidoscope that lives inside us,
warm under the rays of the ethereal sun.
Thank thee Earth...(soil)
For the moss,
the squishy green stuff that keeps us grounded to this place,
the soft bouncy good stuff...
where little bio's live and where cranberries sometimes grow.
This is the blanket of the earth.
Lay in the moss and feel safe.
Thank thee Earth ...(wind)
For the wind,
That fills my lungs and body.
That gives us an undeniable urge to look up...to fly.
That pushes boats home to families waiting.
Whose quick breezes remind us that our loved ones are with us.
For Breath...For Breathing...For Cleansing
I Thank thee Earth...
The Mother,
From which all life flows.
Who sustains and nurtures...all the grows,
and even some that don't.
Whose resources we take advantage of and whose creatures we harm.
The Mother who will hopefully forgive humans someday.
I Thank thee Earth...
The Web of interconnectedness,
That makes me feel like I belong here...
or somewhere.
That gives me strength.
A place where my brothers and sisters are not just humans,
but all living things.
I Thank thee Earth...
For the life she provides me.
For the voice she gives me.
For the beauty that I feel blessed to see each day.
For allowing me to just...be.
Existence is precious.
Thank thee Earth.
Sossina Jeanette Chirhart October 8 2015
In honor of Earth Charter Week
Saturday, October 3, 2015
Authenticity
Mirror Mirror On The Wall,
You reflect a person I do not recall.
I am not that broken girl.
I stand right here and I am tall.
Your Lies they eat away at me,
I wait for night,
I wait for peace.
Morning comes,
I smash the mirror.
For I am here, yes I am here.
I am not defined by a mirror.
Reflections distort our face,
make us hungry,
feel unsafe.
Broken Mirror on the wall,
I am not pieces,
I stand tall.
I am not broken,
I don't need to be mended.
I am perfect,
My own light inside me,
The stars are my token, they are what guides me.
-Sossina J Chirhart October 2015
You reflect a person I do not recall.
I am not that broken girl.
I stand right here and I am tall.
Your Lies they eat away at me,
I wait for night,
I wait for peace.
Morning comes,
I smash the mirror.
For I am here, yes I am here.
I am not defined by a mirror.
Reflections distort our face,
make us hungry,
feel unsafe.
Broken Mirror on the wall,
I am not pieces,
I stand tall.
I am not broken,
I don't need to be mended.
I am perfect,
My own light inside me,
The stars are my token, they are what guides me.
-Sossina J Chirhart October 2015
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Dear Wanderer's we are not broken
Dear Wanderer's
for most of today, I have been in quite a pensive state. Fighting the forces of an over thinking mind and constantly trying to remember that nature is what will heal me. Why do I live in a city with barely any forests, that question crossed my mind more than once today. I'm dating this new guy and he is everything I am and also everything I am not and I am trying to wrap my brain around the fact that this endeavor will be an adventure like no other and I..am..terrified that my over thinking mind will eat me alive. I have finally found someone I fit with what is so terrifying about that? Let me tell you...I still feel a little bit like that broken girl who was searching for someone to help her put all the pieces back together. But the best part of me recognizes that I....am....not....broken.
I AM NOT BROKEN I scream to myself in defiance. The missing pieces do not make me broken, they just reflect the beautiful person I became after another person to a chisel to me. I do not need to be fixed and there is nothing wrong with being happy. I don't know why I'd short myself of that now...happiness. I deserve to be happy and take risks and really live because I don't know if I knew that was for a while.
Wanderers, we are not broken. I am not broken. The missing pieces are a reflection of the beautiful people we became after our hardships.
You are not broken..you are beautiful.
Love Always,
SoLoves <3
for most of today, I have been in quite a pensive state. Fighting the forces of an over thinking mind and constantly trying to remember that nature is what will heal me. Why do I live in a city with barely any forests, that question crossed my mind more than once today. I'm dating this new guy and he is everything I am and also everything I am not and I am trying to wrap my brain around the fact that this endeavor will be an adventure like no other and I..am..terrified that my over thinking mind will eat me alive. I have finally found someone I fit with what is so terrifying about that? Let me tell you...I still feel a little bit like that broken girl who was searching for someone to help her put all the pieces back together. But the best part of me recognizes that I....am....not....broken.
I AM NOT BROKEN I scream to myself in defiance. The missing pieces do not make me broken, they just reflect the beautiful person I became after another person to a chisel to me. I do not need to be fixed and there is nothing wrong with being happy. I don't know why I'd short myself of that now...happiness. I deserve to be happy and take risks and really live because I don't know if I knew that was for a while.
Wanderers, we are not broken. I am not broken. The missing pieces are a reflection of the beautiful people we became after our hardships.
You are not broken..you are beautiful.
Love Always,
SoLoves <3
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
What satisfies my spirit, satisfies me.
And I forgave you,
not because I had to...
or because I could,
but because my spirit said to let it go.
not because I had to...
or because I could,
but because my spirit said to let it go.
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Advice For The New Year
In 2014 I began to understand the value of my self worth. A short vlog with a big lesson.
I love all of you my wanderers,
until next time.....
-soloves<3
until next time.....
-soloves<3
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