Author Archives: Chanel Wing

Our time and place

Only once have I had a long term relationship. I always complain of life failing to meet my expectations. But after the dust settled I realized how lucky I was to be  with my best friend for my first shot at love. No situation is perfect, ours was far from it. As I look at the mosaic of my life though I realize every situation was absolutely perfect for a certain point in time, for that night, or for four years. We  were meant to be together in that time and place, not meant to be together forever.

An amicable breakup can be deceiving, you are just less aware of the fact that your heart is broken. Such has been my recent fate, and ever so slowly I have been crawling out of that hole, relearning how to live life on my own this past year. No matter the reason, where you are, how you got there, why they are gone, losing someone you love is a trying process. And while I didn’t lose him completely, I lost us. He did too. Our romance never to be got again. It will happen again and again and it will never be easy.

News of him moving on has stung more than I thought. “I’m fine with it.” Yeah right. It pulls on your heart strings, the final sign that things have changed for good. You regret for a moment, you wonder if you made the right choices, your nostalgia chokes you up as you remember the beginning, the early flutters of love.But then you remember the end and a voice reminds you for the 13 millionth time that, “everything happens for a reason.”

The caterpillar must  turn into that beautiful butterfly once again. In the depths, in the darkness, in the unknown, in times of profound change, you will find yourself once again. You will find the gold in you, that divine alchemy was taking place the whole time.

Love of a different color

“One day. Nothing ever just happens in one day. It’s a subtle stream of continuous action. When things are revealed, they are revealed slowly, over a period of time. It’s not like one morning you open a box and out pops the revelation you have been seeking. The revelations, the answers to the mysteries are given little by little, every day, every moment,” (Nov. 7, 2006).

My inner voice says, “he will only be a distraction, he’ll never be the one to love you, and he’ll never feel like home.” I say, “I see. I understand.” He is not for me. It could not be clearer. Goodbye to this dream, be gone with you pretty boy.

But then some nights when I close my eyes, his face is the one I see how ever far away he may be. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. There was a Will, a Summers, an Austin who struck me like lightening, and oh so many before that. Thunder may be heard but pink clouds are what I see.

Like beautiful pink clouds they took form before my eyes in the perfect lighting and just as quickly they drifted away, out of sight, into the sky. And this one will too. It must be. “That’s not the package true love comes in,” the voice says.

I wonder though if that isn’t exactly the package that “true love” comes in. Love would come in an intangible, ever-moving, glimmering magical moment that reminds you of why you might have signed up for this life in the first place. “True love” is a notion, a fantasy we seek, a moment of knowing, connection, and bliss. But it comes only for a second like a brilliant blue light, you gasp, you sigh and it is over. True love is sprinkled throughout our lives but finding it may not always mean a walk down the aisle.

Because “true love” is not the reward awaiting us young women at the end of the line, although that’s what we’re all hoping will be the case. Not to mention what a limited notion that I will only share “true love” with a beautiful man. All love is true and if it’s not true it’s not love. It may seem like love is tainted but it’s not love that’s tainted, it’s the dysfunctional characteristics that we each have and our inability to let love flow freely in all our relationships.

True love is just faces in the clouds and everything in between. Those lovely boys are now too, faces in the clouds, distant memories, distant moments, that were had, that were never had. And one day the one I seek now will be gone forever. True love is a crush. True love is what you want it to be, what you make it, because the truth about love is it’s all coming from you anyway.

 

Because

“Give me one kiss and I’ll be happy. Just, just to be with you. Give me, give me, a chance to be near you. Because, because I love you.” I sang these lyrics to my mom trying to get her to remember who sang this song. She couldn’t recall. Always responsible for teaching me about pop music through the decades, I was shocked that she didn’t know who sang that song with such clear lyrics being presented to her.

I didn’t realize until later it wasn’t that Michele didn’t know the very famous Dave Clark Five song, in fact it may have been one she held dear to her heart. The reason she didn’t know what song I was singing is because she was leaving. She was on her way out of this world and my conversations and questions were no longer her number one priority. And ever since that time my mother has been lost to me, my best friend and musical confidant.

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I knew that the dark was lifting when a few years ago I found that song, I found who sang it and I bought it and the first time I listened to it I cried. I cried because it reminded me of my wonderful mother. I cried because when I asked her about this song I dreamed of a romantic love, one that I longed to be near and by the time I found it and could listen to it I dreamed of the love I had with her that was no longer at my fingertips. “Give me, give me, a chance to be near you, because, because I love you.”

What is here today is gone tomorrow, a cliché perhaps, but the truth. No love should be taken for granted, not even for a second, because love is the source of life within us. My mother’s love was the source of life withinme for 22 years and without her I’ve been forced to find a new one. She could not be my everything forever because the time would come sooner or later for me to realize that the source of life and love I need I can give to myself.

Because my mother loved me so much, I have the strength to keep going without her. I will miss her forever and I will forever hope and believe she is at my shoulder. Along my journey I will have the music that she and I always listened to together and each time I hear a song I’ll be reminded of her, all that we had and all that lays ahead.

 

Eye Heart Words

I write in the hope that one day I and everyone around me will live from the heart to the third eye. If you don’t understand what I mean, let me explain. Most people spend the majority of their lives perceiving the world through the filter of their lower chakras. These chakras are bound to the physical world.

Many of us live energetically in the root, sacral, and solar plexus chakras. This is not such a terrible thing. Of course these chakras offer beauty because they provide balance. But these energy centers also hold a great deal of pain, struggle, and suffering. Everything from basic survival instincts, to sex, to emotions, to ego, to money and power fall under this “lower chakra umbrella”.

For most people that is it, those things I listed make up their whole life. They don’t get past these things and so they miss what follows, they miss what’s above. And no offense to those people but that is a sad way to spend your days on this earth.

Because once you get to the heart life gets easier. Life gets prettier. It’s an emerald city of sorts; a green energy center where we begin to transform.

Cannabis is friendly with the heart center. It helps open it or put better sets it spinning in the right direction. Up the throat where I speak my truth straight to my third eye where I see the world not only for what’s on the surface but many layers begin to shine through.

Between the Eye and the Heart may we live. In the end the crown will open, expanded above into the ether, to the other side, and beyond, somewhere out there is our true home. We don’t remember it now but that doesn’t mean it’s not waiting for us.

For now though we are here and we must make the most of our days on this planet. Life lived in the upper chakras is a life worth living. It’s a life that rises above pain and suffering, control and struggle. In this place unconditional love, oneness, and the interconnectedness of all things reign supreme.

I’m writing because I want to live my life in this place. I want to live my life “above”. And I can’t do it alone.

EyeHeart you and I hope you realize that we’re connected and the world is changing and together with some peace, love and understanding we will find ourselves in a better place soon. Let us begin this journey.

 

The Far and The Near

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You must answer to that which calls you. It may be years, it may be your whole life. But until you do, until the timing is right, you may always feeling like something is missing, a hole agape in your heart. My hope is that in this moment I am beginning to answer what’s been calling me. Words, stories, moments, flashes of insight, suffering, signs; all these things have been calling me to weave them in my own artistic web of prose or poetry or whatever drivel takes form. Something has been calling me to write, to create and share my perspective from the niche of the universe where I currently reside. It’s been calling me because I have something to say about this life we live.

Plagued by disappointment in high school, a short story I read sophomore year struck me. In the story an old man paints an image of fantasy around a woman and her daughter. A conductor, he passed them every day on his train route, they waived from their back porch and found a secure spot in his heart. Such little pleasures get us through our sometimes long, drawn out days. Perhaps these little pleasures should not be taken too seriously. In a world of suffering though, one will naturally seek that which brings him comfort and hope. Bringing one’s dreams into every day reality is no easy task.

After his retirement, he decides to make a trip and meet these women up close whom he had for so long admired from afar. Inevitably they fall short of his expectations.  “His heart, which had been brave and confident when it looked along the familiar vista of the rails, was now sick with doubt and horror as it saw the strange and unsuspected visage of the earth which had always been within a stone’s throw of him, and which he had never seen or known. And he knew that all the magic of that bright lost way, the vista of that shining line, the imagined corner of that small good universe of hope’s desire, could never be got again.”

There seems to be a disparity in this life between what you think you want and what you actually get and at some point you learn that what you’re getting is exactly what you need. Our egos are like children, excited and frantic at the possibility of fulfilling a desire. But that is not what life on Earth is about, at least not anymore. Our lives are not meant to be an endless parade of fulfilling desires, one after another.

As I get older I realize that life is not about always getting what you want and finding yourself with complete freedom in a world of endless possibilities. Life on Earth is about getting what you need when you need it and discovering who you are within the limitations that this particular life presents. Because whatever life is presenting you, is actually what you are presenting to yourself; the blocks, the bumps, the moments of bad timing shape the journey as much as the rewards and goals we seek.

Limitation has been the rude awakening of my twenties. The gong of Saturn has always rung but as an adult the morning toll has a new dullness. When you were young you were always working toward something, always a goal in sight and a reward not too far off. You never really stop and think what it is you are working toward.

You never realize there is no real end to our goals and cycles, no ultimate moment of completion or relief that you are trying to reach. It just goes on and on, you achieve everything you set out to achieve and then there is still tomorrow, what are you going to do tomorrow? And after this life perhaps there’s another one, after that maybe another universe awaits our spirit essences. There is no end. What a confusing concept to twirl while living a physical life. We are spirits of eternity living in a world of time and limitation. We are circles desperately trying to fit in a square. This is the source of our suffering, whether we acknowledge it or not.

When I was young I wanted to be where I am now, grown up yet still young and liberated, living by my own rules, creating my own responsibilities, yoga, endless dabbing and writing. And now that I’m here I look longingly towards the days of my past, the home I grew up in that seems a million miles away, my mom, my sister and all my friends that aren’t a part of my everyday anymore.  No matter what is near me I long for that which is far, far away.

My goal is to not let the far away things glow and the nearby things bore. “Be Here Now”, a wonderful psychologist/guru titled his book and a worthy command. We seek the moments of the past, long for the moments of the future and we miss the incredible beauty and tangible magic of the present moment.

There are three spiritual concepts that stand out to me as the big ones. The first one is unconditional love and unity, but the second and third ones are relevant here. The second one is the notion of eternity and the third is living in the present. They go together because if you have eternity then there is no hurry, nothing to regret, only the present moment exists and it exists forever.

The magic for the conductor was in each moment he waived at the women, just that mystical moment of connection. But he wanted to make it more. The story was written around the Great Depression. Naturally the tone is somber. Talk about the great depression; Americans desperately seeking to heal spiritual/emotional wounds with physical/material remedies. Our true salvation is within us not in some outside source.

It’s important though I think to acknowledge that time in our history and where our patterns have come and gone. Because they affect us today whether or not we realize it, they shape us. That story stuck with me because I identify strongly with that type of suffering and up until now that type of suffering has held me back, the ultimate source of my limitation.

But now is a time of change. It is a time to change our patterns, shift the tides, think completely differently about the world we live in, think differently than any single person that has ever lived. Break away from the sadness and disappointment of yesterday, truly break the chain especially for us goddesses (aka girls and women). Our supreme power rests in the present moment and we are capable of creating a much more loving, wondrous energy field for the people that come next.

Let us not allow the far away people of the future to inherit our suffering. The love and peace we seek have been nearby the whole time.