 In a time of destruction, create something: a poem, a parade, a community, a school, a vow, a moral principle; one peaceful moment. -- Maxine Hong Kingston
  offered in wild spaces, from intra and inter personal connection with place  offering How we leave My body has known a long time the portals which open me towards growth. I know I need what's real and unfurling. I know I need what's real and unfurling.  We court the muse We court the muse We court the muse Don’t be afraid to be ahead of the curve Listen to yourself Take it one step at a time Cultivating patience humility and belonging are synergistic energies You set the pace Listen for openings Relax Let others support you too Give when the urge arises, then release and go on going on Your fear of others is a well of grief inside that deserves love and tenderness, respect this process of learning Feel it, heal it, honor it, keep living while you do this Find mentors and allies that lift you up Examine your negative behaviors, obstacles and dark impulses as a compassionate caretaker, tending each thing as it arises Be thoughtful with your words Release what’s needing releasing, go slow like the river in winter, it will melt on its own with spring and summer will bring full healing to the surface, a celebration  a new moon 🌑 lunar new year in the wood dragon 🐉 this morning waking up 12 years ago in the year of the water dragon i couldn’t walk without the world seeming to slip upside down or sideways, or drive a car without the road suddenly dropping out from underneath, lights and sounds felt like battlegrounds, so instead i laid on couches and stared at trees walked in forests like a new planet forming my years of laying down, my years of walking upside down, my years of dropping everything led me here, to my year of being enough. a full bodied, rooted tree freshly arising from all this duff. 🐉 🌑  the shore the sea the sea the shore between the two a wave, the sky and me  When you called to see if I was still here I told you: "I am living in a toy room." Sometimes we're in a flow. Sometimes we aren't (though of course, we always are, life is movement after all). Sometimes it's this mix and it tugs us in two directions, and it feels funny and beautiful and when we say it out loud we are reading a poem of our life right now. This is the joy of paradox. Living in this toy room is beautiful. It's clarifying. It's messy (but I’ve wrangled the chaos to a daily use of space ritual I enjoy) and hard to concentrate; it’s also the honor of being an Auntie at all hours and discovering the sweetness of play and disarray and squishy oversized dolphins that can be used as arm rests when you call.  You are worthy of finding your way. You are worthy of knowing your story from the inside. You are worthy of receiving support. You are worthy of your experiences, as they are, and the walk alongside them. You are worthy of feeling, and self liberating. Just sayin’.  |
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