Dangerous Love

13837_168322376355_535481355_3379155_6155065_n“The dangerous thing about love is you give a part of yourself away. You give that person a piece of your heart, and you can never get it back again. That’s the beautiful, tragic price of love. Even when it ends… it truly lives on in some mystical place. Time and distance cannot erase what was, or be shifted by what will be. Love is a permanent and ever-changing being. ” -Shaheen

 

No matter how this story ends, it began in love. I felt so beautiful in your eyes and arms. You took me to the mountains. You whispered me love songs. You danced me across rooms, my eyes closed, nothing but the scent of you and your heartbeat. I know we had a love that only comes once in a life. If it’s over now… it still lives on somewhere. Where I was loved, I was home. I hope that you know.

No matter where you go, whomever you choose again to love, just know that you were the one. I will always have a place for you in my heart. There will always be an invisible silver band on the ring finger of my left hand. And you will always be handsome and precious to me… even when years have passed. And when we are old, I hope we can hold hands and say… we are the best of friends.

For now we can be silent. We can circle around our feelings. We can touch faintly on what really is. You can say you are moving on, and I can say I just don’t care. I can secretly cry, and you can secretly be lost out there. Just know if there comes a night, when the day has been too hard, you can’t handle anymore harsh words, and you need to come home… the right side of my bed will be opened for you. Crawl in by the light of the moon and lay down your sorrow to me. I will love you.

I mourn the loss of love that was snuffed out before it could really begin. We were children in love… so much to grow and learn. We had the world in our hands. You threw it away. I know it was in fear, and nothing else. I know now I did nothing wrong. And I know you still love me. But why did you run from me. What could I have done to make you stay? Why did both of our hearts have to break this way? We had a love strong enough to brave the storm.

But I flung myself hard against the storm, and I shattered once again. I’m not really sure if we can leave here with something warm. Unless we remember that they flames of love never really die. There will come a night, when you slip out of your shell, and you fall deep into the glow of my eyes. You will tell me everything. You will fall in love again. You will realize what is missing. And you will want it back.

No one can fill us up in the same way. No one can see the beauty in your flaws. No one can love me enough to make me calm. We were supposed to be. We are meant to be. You are my everything… and one night you will wake up with a stranger and wonder where you’re husband has gone. And I will be there… somewhere trying to sleep again. Come home, baby.

© Shaheen Miro 2013

 

Book Review: Straw Into Gold

Straw Into Gold is interesting, painful and inspiring . A mixture of misfortune and blessing, one woman’s life becomes a lesson for us all to see our pain as a teacher. Diane LaRae Bodach’s terminal illness created a pathway for her to find her own spirit; she relays the most intimate facets of her journey here.

Diane is unapologetic and witty, she tells her stories with such candor and grace, that makes you feel as though you are face to face with her as you read. Every page is filled with something enlightening that makes you see your spirit and your shadow. This book will change the way you see everything in life, especially illness.

A very heavy read, densely filled with spiritual insight and personal anecdotes. I applaud Diane LaRae Bodach for her bravery and determination, not only to live, but also to put her journey down in words. If you have dealt with illness, directly or indirectly, this book is for you.

Having dealt with illness and loss in my own life, I realize that it equalizes and alchemizes. If you go deeper into your pain, your loss or your grief you will be lead to a space where mind, body and spirit connect. I felt the author said it best,” Illness, loss or deprivation helps us to focus on our main job: to be.” Learning to just be gives you a sense of unparalleled awareness.

Straw Into Gold urges you to not only be aware, but to know your body, your pain and your breaking point. Know what to feed and what to avoid. If you’re giving energy away to unnecessary things, then you are using up valuable, life sustaining fuel. Bodach’s sobering realization about her illness gave her the impetus to push forward, “I wasn’t going to have the life I wanted or expected to have, and at first that seemed like Death-it was like death. Almost all that I knew life to be was no longer possible for me. Most of my identities were gone, deeply diminished, or threatened. What was left seemed very stark, very small; but the very starkness, the very smallness was a spiritual opening for me.”

Straw Into Gold is blooming with poignant moments filled with wisdom and insight. Though Diane never recovered form her illness, you gather that she lived a full life. No matter how heavy of a read this is, by the end of the book you are filled with a sense of gratitude and compassion. Let Diane’s story become a doorway for your own enlightenment.

You can purchase your copy here and here.

Shaheen Miro is an intuitive reader, Reiki practitioner, fashion design student, artist and writer. Contact: 937.213.3426 / shaheen@shaheenmiroinsights.com /

© Shaheen Miro 2012

Dancing With Freedom, As Death Dances Away

The night has grown around me, dark, velvet and gentle and with it comes a graceful coolness that subtly creeps into the hollow parts of me… reminding me of what has been lost. In my life I have seen dark things, dangerous things, things that have cut me so deep that not even time can take their sting away. And yet I’ve danced with so much passion and beauty that I often wonder what can come to rival what’s been before.

I sit here and I am reminded of the beautiful lights that I’ve lost along the way. The ones, who’ve touched me, loved me… who have felt me in the deepest, most tender places of my heart and soul. Many hands have held my own, but very few have really lived in my world. So as their lives have faded away I try to keep alive the memories of the love they’ve given to me.

On a lonely night in July I pass through memories by candlelight. Faces that I’ve missed in my life, voices I will never hear again and the warm feeling of fur brushing against my sullen face. I try to close my eyes and reach with all my sense the feelings of being with them. But only the faintest of feelings can be experienced now. Its not as if real life can be recreated in pictures and memories… our thoughts can work backwards but they will never truly turn back time.

I myself have spoken to spirits… I have whispered to shadows… but I’ve never walked the time line back to a place where I could rekindle the connects which I’ve so desperately longed for. They are shinning stars too far from my reach too touch, but close enough that I still see them. And in that vast universe of possibilities I will hold them like precious gems… cherished forever.

Death is a reminder to us that everything is in constant motion; an endless dance that moves us from one phase to the next. Passing through doors you remain a part of the changeless change. As a caterpillar dies to the beauty of a butterfly, so does our soul here on earth shed it shell to fly with something a little more spectacular, brilliant and gleaming. Death is the teacher, the keeper and the lover. Death gives us the gift of living… if only we see it before our time.

I know that no matter how much it hurts that all of my angels are by my side. They stand tall with me and my tears become the sea and the boat of my dream floats gently with their guiding winds. There is nothing to fear no matter how alone I am. I look into the water and there next to my reflection are all those who have ever loved me. So I hug myself tight, trying hard once again to soak up that ephemeral memory… knowing that at some point it will come again… no matter how different it may be.

To these feelings I assign two cards: The Death card and the 6 of swords.

Death, which is the keeper of change and the dance of the universe. Death is the one who reminds us to find our feet in the dark and just give into the sway, the grind, the wild twirl of everything that is. Death heralds change… but change is not destructive its alchemical.

The 6 of swords is the card that shows us the wisdom in contemplation, mediation and just drifting away. Those whom we love and have loved will come and go. Some will leave intentionally and others unexpected, but its all part of the beat that we are dancing to. If you were to veil your face in black lace, step onto a candle lit boat and glide effortlessly into the foggy sea you would find the meaning of this card. It is here in this silent place, where everything moves with the tides and the moon, that we find what really lives in our souls.

Don’t forget those whom you have touched and who have touched you… remember we are all lights trying to lift the darkness. There is nothing that has to separate you… not color, gender, race or religion. Rely less on form and more on feeling… when we live through are spirit we truly find our way.

To the gypsies,

Shaheen

 

© Shaheen Miro 7/11/2011

Pick up the pieces and go home

I spotted this card randomly on the floor of a friends house and I instantly felt that it was relevant. I believe that the cards ways fall with a purpose and this was no exception.

The five of hearts (cups) is a card that holds a lot of significance when it comes to releasing emotional burdens. This card spoke to me because it hints at a shift in energy that I’ve been sensing lately.

Ask yourself: am I dealing with a relationship that has lost it’s magic? Is it time for me to let go of the place I am at right now and move on? Am I afraid of how change will affect me?

Be honest with yourself and be brave when the answer comes to you. Life is in a constant state of change, that’s what allows us to be beautiful, dramatic nomads.

With love,
Shaheen

(C) Shaheen Miro 6/19/2011

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