BARE BEAUTY

I am excited to share my new book, BARE BEAUTY: my journey of AWAKENING! This poem is at the beginning of the book. I will be sharing excerpts from the book, so stay tuned. Enjoy!

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Bare Beauty

I ache to see the unseen
To breathe in the scent of
Love
Shared

I want to touch the
Beauty of your
Bare naked
Soul
That radiates
From INSIDE
The deepest widest part
of my being

I thirst for the color
Of sensuous rivers
Drinking in the Divine nectar
Of the Mother Earth

I lie open, bare, empty
Waiting
Patiently
Peacefully
With gentle anticipation
To be penetrated
Filled
With beauty
My beauty
Your beauty
Inner
Outer
Empty
Bare beauty

I close my eyes
As my heart awakens
Vibrating with color
Light
Sound
Seeping sweet syrupy
Warmth
Into my veins
Watering the plants of my Garden of Eden
Awakening me
Gently prodding me
To open my eyes
To see
The bare beauty of
All things
seen and unseen
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DEATH and LIFE

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Written 9.10.18                                                 Engulfed in Darkness by Beki                                          

 

Death knocks at our doors many times in a lifetime. Death is the end of a state of being. It is more often than not, a vibrational shift, a monumental transition, or a gentle one. We are meant to die so that we can live, again and again and again, a new reality. An expanded evolved self is born of the death of what was, so that something new can emerge. Life is simply not possible without the ever-expanding, life-giving storm of death.

Each time the ending comes near, bravely step into the hurricane of energy that is whirling your way and open your arms and your heart to embrace the fullness of its offering. Feel the winds of death whip across your face and envelop your body and scream, wail and sink into the fullness of its force. Do not resist! For it will have you anyway. Dive in and feel the wholeness of it and know at the core of death is LIFE, renewed, NEW and full of the potential of all that you have ever desired. At the core of death is life and Love, the love that has no opposite but is defined by the plethora of seemingly opposing energies that are really LOVE disguised. For Love loves death as much as It loves life. It sees the Beauty of death. The end of what was, so that what is and what is being created in this very moment can emerge from the depths of the womb that hold the seeds of new life.

So I urge you to face the fear of death. Walk into the fear of your yesterday that keeps nagging at you to stay safe and stay where you are. Live beyond the limits of your fear and step into the fray of wild and whirling Love in all it’s unpredictable forms. See the truth of Love in all that shows up. The beauty that lies at the core of everything. Welcome the ending that death offers as you hold the awareness that new life emerges from this surrender, this release, the last breath of an old way.

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Weathering Flo

Interestingly, just one year ago I posted a blog about navigating Hurricane Irma. Now my muse is Flo, and she inspired this expression of my inner contemplation. We keep getting the opportunity to face life’s challenges and to see how we have evolved. 

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Painting: The Vortex, oil on canvas by Beki

Sept. 16, 2018

Years ago I stopped watching TV and especially avoided mainstream news sources. My choice to do so was a response to my own Inner Guidance System (IGS) that is always sending signals of what actions to take and decisions to make. It is tailored for me. Indicators are offered by how I feel and the only way I can get an accurate read, is by removing myself from the outside hurricane, and enter into the stillness and quiet of my own inner connection to the Divine. Long ago, my IGS sent me the message that I was to remove myself from the outer storm in order for me to find the Eye/I of my inner being, which is Peace.

I trust that I will receive the information I need to make an aligned and wise decision, without entering the fray of media and its unsavory approach to sensationalizing the facts and science with way too much extraneous data. The media is emotionally manipulative and I simply do not want to put myself through that mental/emotional storm, especially in the middle of a literal one!

Hurricane Flo(rence)just passed us by. She whirled and danced out at sea for many many days and the mental storm began as the reporters and politicians built up the emotional drama that obscured so many of us from the simple facts of an unfolding track of when and where the storm would hit the Southeastern coast of the United States. As a resident of Charleston, SC, I am accustomed to the threats of hurricanes, and we often sit and observe the possibilities of the forces of nature heading our way, like the slave ships from the middle passage. I always feel this eery awareness of the track these hurricanes take, following a profoundly painful storm of emotion from captive African people past, traversing the Atlantic, not knowing what lied ahead. Could it be that these wild and powerful winds that take this path, are cleansing the auric field of the waters of our earth, to release the pain and trauma held in this part of the body of our great Mother?

As a vibrational healer, that uses the healing modality of Reiki, a form of healing touch, to help shift blocked energy in the body of the client, I have experienced how people store trauma in different parts of their physical and etheric bodies. The energy needs to be moved, shaken up, acknowledged, and felt, so that is can be released, transmuted, transformed. Could it be that the winds of nature are cleansing the blocked energies that are held in the earth and in the consciousness of humanity?

What I am most interested in contemplating right now, is how we can weather the emotional mental storms that come our way. How do we navigate the assaults that seem to come from outside of us and we have no control of? How do we find the peace in the chaos, and find our inner Eye/I of the hurricane?

Charleston was virtually untouched by the physical storm for the most part. A mandatory evacuation was ordered on Monday September 10th, which truly was too soon to really predict the path of Florence. Today it is Sunday, almost a week later, and we have barely gotten any rain. Hysteria began and the inner storm in the minds of the people on the coast raged, especially as they sat in front of TVs for hours of non-stop coverage, that espoused emotional language that would undoubtedly incite fear. Words like a “Beast of a storm’, ‘ a monster’, ‘the storm of a lifetime.’ I got glimpses of the onslaught. I retreated the best I could, and attempted to meditate, and listen to the Divine Guidance within me that never steers me wrong. It was challenging, but I managed pretty good, to still feel the Peace of my soul. I consulted sources that were offering information without the drama, so that we could make decisions based on fact, and not the fear-based emotions that whirled around me.

The dance of Flo was unpredictable and as it is with most forces of nature, she reminded us that we are really not in control. We can do our best to try to predict and control the world around us, but the deeper lesson for me from Flo is that I best learn to go with the flow, or I will be whirling around in a mental storm that robs me of the very Peace that I AM. Flo is a reminder of how we are always navigating these mental storms and that with intention and consciousness, we can commit to the Peace that resides at the center of all hurricanes. The peace that resides at the center of our own being. If we cultivate this commitment to Inner Peace then when we embark out into the whirling chaos of the world, we can bring this powerful force of Divine nature with us, and we can indeed have a positive influence on the climate around us.

I am grateful for Flo, and all the hurricanes of life, that prompt me to practice Peace with deep intention and focus. I am grateful that I did not need to experience the Eye of Flo this time but received her gift in a gentle way. Each of us affected by the presence of Flo whirling towards our coast, had our own personal experience. Some lives were impacted in very profound and tangible ways, with physical loss involved. More of us were pulled into the mental and emotional storm to weather in our own way.

How did you weather the storm? Can you see the gift she left at your doorstep? How will you BE the next time you encounter a storm, whether it is literal of metaphorical? I encourage you to seize this opportunity to contemplate these questions, so that you may ride the wave of the alchemy that is offered by all of life’s challenges.

In Love and Oneness and deep gratitude,

Beki

DAD and the Quest for Beauty

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I wrote this piece the morning of the afternoon that I received a call from Nana, my stepmother, letting me know that Dad’s health had taken a turn for the worse, and that I better get to Canada to see him right away. I had reservations to go in 2 weeks. Thankfully I boarded a plane the next morning and had five days of heart-wrenching, tender, sweet, blessed, and at times hilarious, moments with my beloved father. This past Monday, July 23, 2018, my dad took flight and left the body that housed the beautiful Soul of my Dad. I share this in honor of him, with deep gratitude and love, and a heart broken . . . Wide OPEN.

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Dad loves to walk through nature with binoculars, not just as he climbs mountains to see far off vistas. But also, he takes them on walks through his own neighborhood, so that he can see a perspective of beauty that cannot be seen with his bare eyes. He reaches for the beauty beneath the surface of an emblazoned Fall leaf, fallen to the ground, the varied tones of color on lilies lining his house, a bee crawling deep into a bloom, the reflections of trees in the serene waves of a lake. He would be in awe at this deeper beauty that many of us pass by, unaware of what lies beneath the surface of what we see. Dad enthusiastically shares his appreciation, handing over the binoculars so I can see what he sees.

I am a visual artist, who uses paint to express a world beyond sight. I interpret the beauty of the Divine, Souls, Spirit that vibrates within and beyond this tangible world, we behold. I reach beyond what I see and I feeeeeeel this dimension of boundless Love and infinite possibilities, and I use color, shape, movement, and insight, inner sight, to express the beauty beneath and beyond the surface. I paint the essence beyond the form, of flowers and fauna. I paint the Soul, embodied by humanity, and the human enlivened by the soul.

My dad’s love of beauty, his appreciation for the deliciousness of life and his passion for the wellbeing of all people and this beloved planet, undoubtedly inspired this deep passion within me as well. This passion has blossomed into my own unique expression, through art, vibrational healing and sacred activism that aims to uncover the buried parts of another, so they can be revealed to their own bare beauty, their unique genius and gift to us all. I peer through my metaphorical binoculars and enthusiastically tell them what I see, that they cannot see, about the beauty and perfection of them.

My Dad is a passionate lover of Beauty, of Life, of humanity, of family, of the great Mother Earth. His activism is fueled by this Love. This is the way God lives and expresses Itself through my father. Through his love, felt and expressed in his own unique way, he has changed the world. He has brought more Beauty to the surface, so more of us can see and feel it with bare eyes. Dad has tirelessly toiled to raise consciousness and offer solutions to raise humanity to a place where poverty and hunger no longer hinder us from knowing the Beauty of being human.

By first seeing the pain and injustice, the flaws in the systems of society, he reaches, as I do, to unearth the Beauty of humanity and the absolute brilliance of the planet we inhabit, to inspire a deep desire for change. How can we make this world a better place for all humans, for all sentient beings, honoring the earth and recognizing the interconnection of all life?

My father, in his own unique way, has shown me this truth. The truth of Beauty beyond our wildest imagination, and the sobering reality that too many of us can’t see it. So in honor of my Dad and his beautiful, bold and brilliant spirit, let’s all get out our binoculars and commit to seeing the Beauty above and beyond, and live our lives in sacred service to sustaining and honoring this Bare Beauty in ourselves, others and in the beloved Mother that sustains us all!

 

BEAUTY that Lies Beneath the Surface
Reach into the truth of Beauty and you will
see and feel
the beauty that lies at the core of EVERYTHING

The cleansing waters within the tears of anguish
The joy underneath the sorrow
The love at the core of grief

The wisdom born of failure
The baby born from pain
Compassion felt from knowing suffering

Deep rest inspired by a sick body
Passion and purpose awakened
in the midst of the unacceptable

Liberation and reunion within the dying body
Life at the core of death.
Eternal life beyond the physical

Peace in the center of the storm
Joy in the midst of sorrow
Laughter in the middle of loss.

Wholeness at the deepest core of the most wounded and broken of us
Oneness in a world of individuals

Beauty is everywhere
Within everything and engulfing it ALL
It takes faith
Imagination
and vision to know the Truth of the
Beauty you cannot see

But if you have the desire and the intention
I promise you,
the miracle of Beauty
will reveal itself to you
and your inner sight will be reflected in your outer vision
and together we will transform the world!

I love you, Daddy! Fly high!