in a perfect world everybody would be seen, loved, heard. so create your perfect world: see, love, hear what's within: embrace the image in the mirror & hold it dear. only when you do it for you you can do it for me too! that's how we connect in truth in love with respect.
Feeling called to share my sensual experience of the world in 1-min videos – “Sensual Exploration with Ava” – on YouTube! 💃☀️🧚♀️ Let’s explore our wondrous 5 senses together – touch, taste, hear, smell, see with me! You can follow along and copycat – like a scavenger hunt! It only takes a minute of presence a day, planning to do it for 30-days and then we shall see 😻
sensing
energetic
signature
sweet
sensual
passionate
soul
poetry
confined
in
rusty
armor
of old
stories…
fingertips
tracing
rough
edges
volcano
eager
to erupt
but determined
to stay
dormant…
sharp
lava
leaves
paper cuts:
enough
blood.
leaving
rugged
terrain
behind
for
new
pages
of valleys
and water
words
worlds
meandering
gently
ever
so
freely
feeling
flowers…
the bodies
know.
{smooth surfaces}
I love books and sharing them, so I decided to start a Book Club!! First book is “The Book of Qualities” by J. Ruth Gendler – pairing her beautiful personified descriptions of human qualities with simple daily moments in short YouTube videos. Enjoy and follow along if you are enjoying 🙂
the hero’s journey/adventure quest redefined… initiation/finding Life-Death-Life Cycle after cycle The seeker Follows Truth/Love Open, trusting, forward moving Shiny objects/illusions Distractions/disguises The simple obscured The false worshiped Pierce forth With your sword Annihilate the old Courage to discern Perseverance to act Knowing to see without seeing Brave Bold Blissful Boundless Being New horizons expand Uncharted, your true land. - Ava Sol
Go figure, I metamorphosed once again… finally fully accepted all responsibility/got used to the idea… so now I am a Buddha with a twist 😉
– what do you desire?
you
yes
true
poetry
music
depth
{soul love}
A poem that came through like a flood… the image is setting sunlight flooding in my living room and reflecting off the laptop screen on the wall… so much beauty in the ordinary moments… endless poetry abounds…
I am that
I am
the darkness and the light
the birth, the death, the flight
the joy, the sorrow and the pain,
the drought, the flood, the rain
the song, the melody, the vibe
the solitary wanderer, the tribe
the moon, the sun, the planets and the sky
the memory in every baby’s cry,
the plants, the trees, the birds, the bees,
the wound, the blood, the bliss, the kiss,
the thing that’s always here, and you always miss,
the river, the creek, the ocean and the sea,
the mountain, the valley, the abyss you never see,
the rose, the fox, the Little Prince, the snake,
the resurrection and the wake,
the sunshine and the stars,
and maybe even Elon Musk and Mars
{no, this is not a fars}
or is it?…
keep going,
and you will find out
what all of this
is all about
{or would you?}
to thine self
stay true