Be. Longing....
To be completely seen, through and
through. Some dread it, some crave it. I have to say I am in the
later camp, I adore it when I'm seen, and a bit frightened too. We all
have a primary human desire that several psychologists call a "Sense of Belonging".
After food, water, shelter we all want to belong. To belong to
something, a family, a tribe, a group, a band! Beings long. Be Long.
Belongings. With the evolution of Bali Malas
we will be working on this concept of belonging and belongings. We are
excited to be bringing to the site some new, truly exquisite belongings
this fall. Pieces that assist transition, wearing peace, supporting
peace in partnerships, all the while aiding us in our sense of
belonging, wether it be as a part of something (specially designed mala from yoga trainings) or apart, separate yet connected to something or someone (your favorite teacher's mala).
Being SEEN in all our glory, through the eyes of someones heart, is a beautiful, intimidating, scary, glorious thing. What if they see ALL of it, the pimples, the tears, the scars? Like a tide pulling out before the tsunami of love hits you. Exposing the sea shells, old tires and rusted tin cans. We've hopefully all experienced this love wave in some form at several points in our life. A graduation day, our wedding day, a special birthday or under the tent made of sheets with your lover. More often than not, after we've exposed or been exposed in someway first. One of my favorite experiences is to have my children be seen, by that teacher, a friend, a neighbor. Those are the moments I want to just thrust upon that "seer" my love wave. To know someone "gets" them, has seen the old tin cans and rough edges that we all have, and adores them even the more because of it. The sense of be longing. beings long. be-longings. What are your be longings?
Wear Peace. Exquisite belongings.
Being SEEN in all our glory, through the eyes of someones heart, is a beautiful, intimidating, scary, glorious thing. What if they see ALL of it, the pimples, the tears, the scars? Like a tide pulling out before the tsunami of love hits you. Exposing the sea shells, old tires and rusted tin cans. We've hopefully all experienced this love wave in some form at several points in our life. A graduation day, our wedding day, a special birthday or under the tent made of sheets with your lover. More often than not, after we've exposed or been exposed in someway first. One of my favorite experiences is to have my children be seen, by that teacher, a friend, a neighbor. Those are the moments I want to just thrust upon that "seer" my love wave. To know someone "gets" them, has seen the old tin cans and rough edges that we all have, and adores them even the more because of it. The sense of be longing. beings long. be-longings. What are your be longings?
What does it mean?
PAX CULTURA
"Where there is Peace, there is Culture;
Where there is Culture, there is Peace."
- Nicholas Roerich
