We Crave the Beauty of :: the Joyous circumstance that leads to Woman creating outer visual Image of
what woman really truly *dresses herself?
--and actually realizes / enjoys the sensation and marvel of such and act?
marvelous in that it is like an eruption that rises from deep within You
what woman really invests her heart-Soul time / vision into that which
she uses to swathe her glorious body? the Image that she sends out as
strong reflection of her self-Vision moment by moment echoing out to her own
awareness / Self and to that of others and to the very world itself
long desensitized to the gift of Grandeur that awaits her in this Act
and so-- perhaps after decades of Fashion oppression and dictates
the ensuing withdrawal / confusion / boredom / hopelessness
she is now left uninspired, spent. restlessly comfortable in her boredom and ambivalence
not realizing that she is turning down the possibility of making a beautiful act of Intent
of Show of Love of Artfulness in Vision
into something utilitarian, slavish, without use, depressing, and dead...
it wasn't really before nearing my 30s that i finally unavoidably apologetically
uncovered / discovered / recovered the solid roots that stimulated me profoundly
into the act of envisioning / creating / building / strengthening
my very own ease of *Style and of personal individual expression
signified through a finely defined dress sense + solid, consistent daily presentation
by many women i have been told that this style this presentation that i have chosen
as they see it feels to them to be a blend that rightly expresses my personality
something in harmony with the image of me that they perceive (inner being / energy)
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it must be again pressing on many minds of women now as recently various articles of great interest have been popping up on just this very important and fatal topic:
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my own visual presentation Awakening
came about during one of my mexican sojourns during the years of 2011 to 2014
prior to the prying open of this next chapter
of life-- (i stopped by southern california to visit
with family before heading off again for those wonderful wild unknowns)
i happened to make a few visits to the local goodwill
(i can always manage the curious rummage through the aisles of a thrift store)
and happily one of my rummages found me unearthing a lovely gem
in the form of a mid-ankle length rayon blend pleated woven skirt, so 1980s!
with the necessary deep in-seam pockets and all in the Bestest shade of a dark pea green
quickly it became a travel wardrobe staple of mine in those days and in that part of the world
a perfect blend with my loose, slinky AE tops and a great match with the other solid color blouses
i owned. it washed well and i wore it for many years during this transitory phase of life
my sandals then were dark brown leather gladiators from an artisan etsy shop in greece
accentuated at times with a moroccan leather backpack purse, a narrow leather belt
and a black and white batik fish print fringe scarf,
this look called heavily on the loveliness of the traditional feminine
springing forth from a time reminiscent of those heady bible days or that of ancient Greece
i was in love!
for me it was decidedly different and the flow of it (expressed by the folds materials colors
shapes layers ease) forever changed my thinking feeling responding--
the way of my being and how i managed to express myself
i was brought (surfing on a dreamy wave-like)
full circle to a way of Style that was wholly *Me that was fully my own >> finally!
though i had no clue that such a thing was missing from my life up to then
my body now free to move as she wanted as she felt fit was Ecstatic
natural "yogic" positions flowed out from me as i sat now with legs provocatively up
and bent as i would relax propped on a couch or chair
or at athletic stretching angles wherever i may have plopped myself down
(in the grass, under the tree in the forest, enveloped by the sand on a beach
or amidst the flowers in a garden)
now feeling less restricted and having no major impression of a certain article of clothing
reigning in the energy / the physical expression of my body... inner Grace flowed out of me
it felt as though more awareness and presence, more calm loving ripples
were traversing my conscious allowing me to realize and come to the bits
inside of myself that i could utilize in creating inventing growing my Soul
with no prying ridiculing criticizing eyes no one even knowing or seeing
(what was not their business)
for the overlarge and full skirts hide all!
this new and refreshing feeling of liberation led to all the crazy mad unexpected
beautiful experiences and situations i mixed my Soul into during those days
with all that inner ease flowing and newly at my command and my being / experience in life
Softened up immensely allowing me to enjoy and encounter All free from
most worries anxieties past pains and misconceptions / perceptions
i unknowingly had a fully existential blast with all my senses on fire hot and bothered
alive stimulated and Blossoming away
i know all this naturally lead to the years of creative provocations that i am still unraveling and
digging deep down into the strange phenomenon that i passed through
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how do you feel about your *look?
your sense of style has it had the chance
to flourish in your life as of yet?
or has its manifestation been stunted by
harsh outer realities, mindless critics
or disheartening inner perplexities?
does the thought of it all make you feel--
ambivalent confused defensive bored anxious fatigued angry
...perhaps i might help you there!
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