Dear to Another Soul - as We Converse about Life

Pie 
by Rose Cortez 
November 15th, 2014
Inspired by the book: Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes

I see you and I thank you for sharing this piece of pie with me.
I see you and I see that you want to get to know the many facets of me.
I see you and tell you.
Are you Ready?
Are You Sure?
Because there are so many Wild Women in Me.
You said you want to get to know me?
Right?

I begin to share the many thoughts that cross my mind.
The many versions of me beginning to come out from me.
I am washed with waves of thoughts and emotions.
I share them and tell you. 
Not slowly but surely... the Truths that are washing over me.

Are you still listening?
Did you hear them?
Thank you for listening. 

And it's your turn.
I listen intently and agree and disagree with your thought formations.
I am sure that you did the same to me.
I breathe and drink some water and eat some pie.
I agree and disagree with the sweetness of my chai.
Waves of emotions are felt between you and I.
Still I smile.
Still I hold you and I.

But wait, I have to tell you that I kinda agree and disagree with the exchange.
I usually just nod and smile.
But I realize that your thoughts and my thoughts are not the same.
We will never be and that's the beauty and the chaos that's happening in real time exchange.
Still I smile.
Still I hold you and I.

Let's not Surface this centre.
Let's be real!
Like this pie...
my favourite part is the centre of this
Strawberry Rhubarb Pie.
It's healthy.
Don't you think?

If we don't converse like this?
What is the point?
Share your wild things that are coming out from your mouth.
I can handle them.
I've heard so many wild words coming out from so many people's mouths.
And doing this thing...creating my own kinda pie
as a life long practitioner and craft maker 
and 
Playwright, Artist, Yoga instructor, Creative Expressionists for life...
I've heard a lot...
seen quite a few intense moments...
with or without words,
I will be there.

If you want to Shout and Scream, I will listen.
I am here. 
I will hold you.
I will hold the space.
And be there.
Fully.
And nod and Smile.
And if I want to Shout and Scream?
About Life's bitterness, sweetness and sourness.
Are you Ready?
Are you Sure?
Will you be able to Hold me?
Thank you again for listening.
Still I Smile.

Oh the Pie.  
​Yes for the Pie. Thank Heavens for the Pie.
To taste bitter on our tongues.
It's part of the recipe.
To taste Sour is coming up as I scoop up this pie.
Yummm it's healthy. 
Now this taste is in real time. 

Looking at you, I still see you and thank you for holding the space.
For allowing me and all the wild women in me to shine.
And even if you don't understand them...I understand them.
And in fact I embrace them.
I illuminate them one by one.
And even if I nod and smile which is most of the time...

Remember that I still have the different tastes of Life's bitterness, sweetness and sourness in me.
And if I have Shared those different wild tastes of Life with You, which is not all the time...
I still thank you for Holding Humble Hummm Pie with Me.

#loverose 
Photo taken in Vancouver, British Columbia - at Moksha Yoga Vancouver circa 2011