Prayer for Us

August 11th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink

My girl Annisa, my fellow Goddess, tweeted this today. I love.


Prayer for Us

excerpted from PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia

This is a perfect moment. It’s a perfect moment because I have been inspired to say a gigantic prayer. I’ve been roused to unleash a divinely greedy, apocalyptically healing prayer for each and every one of us—even those of us who ­don’t believe in the power of prayer.

And so I am starting to pray right now to the God of Gods ­ the God beyond all Gods … the Girlfriend of God … the Teacher of God … the Goddess who invented God.

DEAR GODDESS, you who always answer our very best questions, even if we ignore you:

Please be here with us right now. Come inside us with your sly slippery slaphappy mojo. Invade us with your silky succulent salty sweet haha.

Hear with our ears, Goddess. Breathe with our lungs. See through our eyes.

DEAR GODDESS, you who never kill but only change:

I pray that my exuberant, suave, and accidental words will move you to shower ferocious blessings down on everyone who reads or hears this benediction.

I pray that you will give us what we ­don’t even know we need—not just the boons we think we want, but everything we’ve always been afraid to even imagine or ask for. » Read the rest of this entry «

Nyekar

July 31st, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink

There is something quaint and sacred about spending time at my ancestor’s graves.

Dropping pieces of roses and jasmines on each grave, sending words of love, connecting with old souls whose once shared a life with me. Part of me wants to stay there.
I know it’s a graveyard. I know it’s night time. But it feels beautiful. Moon is shining so bright. Stars are out dancing in the sky. I am here, one with all these souls and the universe.

As I head back to the car, scents of fresh flowers linger on my hands. For some reason I know someone, something, some energy is watching over me. Even when I am back getting lost in the busy city, I am never alone.

Sending my love to all my ancestors. Thank you for making me a part of your world. Keep teaching me about life and how I can always be a better being.

Minal Aidin Walfaidzin.

2009 – A year of revelations

January 11th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink

angelAngels. Revelations. Acceptance. Letting Go. Troubles. Growing Up. Blessings.

I need to tell the world. I want to tell the world. That’s how full my heart is, that all I want is to scream it out to the world, to share with the world, to be with the world.

All my life, I have always said that my life would start when I turn 30. Not realizing the cosmic truth behind it, when I turned 30, I was given a new life. Sets of great experiences start happening in my life; experiences that triggered my growth that make me feel like I’m a completely new person now. Well, I am still me, but a very different me. A full me. An alive me. I’m still not sure how to describe it, but all these feelings that give me the patience and courage I didn’t know I have. Feelings that give me the attitude to see life from a beautiful point of view. It’s like I finally know why I’m here.

Today, I just really want to take the time to thank 2009 and all its blessings.

God sent me angels in the form of such beautiful friends that I couldn’t have picked better. Angels who inspire me to be a better being. Angels who support me when I’m down. Angels who love me for who I am, coming from a place of non-judgment. Angels who make me realize the angel in me too. I am thankful for my angels. » Read the rest of this entry «

Night Shadow

January 7th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink

My heart does beat faster_________________________________________________
All kinds of feelings I cannot master
And so I sit by the window
Embraced warmly by the night shadow

What does this say about me?
What is this soul saying?
When my lips are left speechless
And the only thing I see is beauty

Oh this longing I feel
Yet such fullness in my being
It forces the body to kneel
And speak of thanks without thinking

I smile without realizing
Though these eyes are still crying
And so I sit by the window
Embraced warmly by the night shadow

“Bring Indonesian Culture to The World”

May 19th, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

Banyak yang bilang orang Indonesia itu banyak yang negatif, yang korupsi, yang tidak bangga menjadi warga Indonesia, yang selalu mengeluh, menggerutu tentang segala hal yang ada di Indonesia. Hmm… Anda percaya tentang kutipan yang mengatakan “Great minds think alike?” – bahwa kita akan selalu bertemu dengan orang-orang yang pemikirannya sama dengan kita. Jadi, bila Anda selalu bertemu dengan orang-orang yang negatif, what does it say about you? Apa yang ini cerminkan tentang bangsa kita?

Saya sangat beruntung bisa selalu dikelilingi oleh orang-orang yang sangat positif. Setiap haripun saya diberi kesempatan untuk bertemu orang-orang baru yang sangat menginspirasikan saya. Dan.. semuanya adalah orang-orang Indonesia!

Seperti hari Senin pagi ini ketika saya diundang sarapan jam 7.30 pagi, dimana kebanyakan orang menggerutu untuk meeting sepagi itu di hari Senin, saya sangat semangat untuk bisa belajar dari salah satu orang lagi yang sangat hebat. Namanya Bpk Johnnie Sugiarto.

Dari pertama kali bertemu beliau, saya sudah sangat terkesima. Dengan rambut yang mulai memutih, pakaian yang sangat rapih, wajahnya dipenuhi dengan senyum. Tatapan matanya hangat dan penuh dengan kasih. Walaupun usianya jauh diatas saya, Ia dengan segala kerendahan hati selalu mendengarkan pertanyaan dan pernyataan-pernyataan saya. Terlihat passionnya dari setiap kata yang terlontarkan dari mulutnya. Tak bisa disangkal bahwa wawasan dan pengalamannya sangat mengagumkan.

Pertemuan yang sebenarnya bisa berakhir dalam waktu 1 jam merambat menjadi 3 jam, dan saya terus meresap berbagai hal yang melebarkan wawasan saya. Bila saya boleh merangkum, berikut adalah hal-hal yang kita diskusikan dan saya pelajari dari percakapan dengan beliau. » Read the rest of this entry «

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