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Manifestation As Sacred Play
I believe we are here to dance. I believe we are made of equal parts sky and earth, essence and matter. We have bones and skin and eyes that are made of fine, sinewy things. Things that grow and shrink and grow again. We are as real as mud. We are as thick and dense and heavy as gravel and white mountains. But we are also star light. We are also the breath that spins off planets. We’re the distance between here and the edges of an infinite universe. We’re birthed from, and ever including all song, all voice, all whisper ever uttered in this world. We are infinite.
Walking With Fear
I have found that whenever I am about to take a big, bold leap into the unknown, it seems to be a prerequisite to cower in the corner of my bedroom first. My bed is a magnet. I pull the covers over my head and fall into a world where I never, ever have to leave the known comfort of the world I have thus far created. I could stay here. Sure, I would need to get up to go to the bathroom. And I would need to eat. But that’s what friends are for. They could bring me food! What do I ever need to leave the warmth and security and comfort of this place for? Ha! Humans are interesting creatures.
Why You Need to Believe Impossible Things
Early Saturday morning is a full lunar eclipse in Libra. Eclipses are powerful times. They shake us out of what’s not working. They wring us out if necessary, leave us hanging to dry, so that we can welcome what wants IN. What’s clamoring on your door of desire?
Here goes my creed for this eclipse…. Will you join me?
Spring Equinox & Solar Eclipse Love Blessing
Every pull draws us to the ocean.
-Rumi
We are built for lives of longing. We have eyes to see beauty so rich we weep. And eyelids for shutting, leaning against the magic of the unseen. We have sleeping for leaping into the mystery of dreaming. And for constructing new worlds of beauty. We have hearts like drums to tell us when we are getting closer, closer to love. And we have legs. We have feet. We have arms to carry us across land and water. Closer to the objects of our desire. We are machines of miracles, placed together in this jungle so that we can leap, hop, and sprint towards love. Towards connection. Towards what makes us come fully alive. That is all there is.
A Kingdom of One’s Own
I believe that one of the most precious things a woman can have is sovereignty over herself. We should guard this as the richest ruby, the clearest diamond, the brightest emerald in the world. Without sovereignty, we are dust. We are particles floating in air. There is nothing holding us together. There is no density that can shine and reflect the brilliance of light. We are wispy, whimsical, and fluff. We are without substance. We are not hearty enough to love what we love. We all have a need to be liked, to be accepted. This is human nature, to belong, to connect, to reflect the other in you. We want to join. We want to feel we are not solitary, lonely creatures. We want to feel closeness with another heart. I seem to have more of my share of these qualities. I love people. For better or for worse, I can find reasons to love nearly everyone. And I am truly inspired and excited by many things, projects, people, causes.
Day 88
There are few things more powerful than daily, sacred practice. In a mere five minutes per day, we can shift lifetimes of limiting patterns, beliefs, and conditioning. The accumulation of small moments cannot and should not be overlooked. We often think our changes must be monumental if they are to mean anything. If they aren’t earth shattering, they must not be effective. I believe in small moments of grace, in routine ritual that plugs us in. When we condition our inner and outer lives to expect connection, we can rest. We can work, be of service, tend our relationships, because we know our soul will be fed. The time will come when our butt will hit the meditation cushion, or we’ll be allowed to listen to the whisper of the trees, or we will read that poem aloud to no one and everyone.
Dancing With Questions
Sometimes, we must put our doing down. We must relieve ourselves from our buzzing and flying to be still in mystery. To be alone in vastness. We must let ourselves be swallowed by unknowing. There are questions that swallow us whole, and it should be this way. There are questions we keep busy with buzzing for. Questions that are a dull pulse, the moment after our eyes shut before sleep. The questions we hurry into sleep and dream to avoid.
Naked Truth
To be free, get naked. Walk out underneath the stars, the ones that have known you by every name, even the ones you’ve forgotten. Shed all that you’ve been, each small, insignificant story. And invite the immensity of this world in. Let the boundlessness of the sky press in and expand this “you”. Feel yourself filled by what’s to come. Let the night, let the mystery of winter woosh in to fill your emptying spaces. There is only one way to move into the future. And that is naked, clinging to as little as possible. The lighter your load, the more joyful the journey.
New Year Firecrackers
I’ve never been able to do lukewarm. I’ve never been satisfied with half-hearted loves. I can’t stay for too long in the company of those who never pop like firecrackers for anything, who never let their hearts be swallowed by love or truth or art or the wind. I can’t do work that doesn’t call my whole Self forward. I haven’t yet been able to settle for anything less than a life I can fall in love with. Sometimes I forget, and fall off track, and try to squeeze myself into a life that is smaller. I build cages. The world shrinks and becomes dangerous, unknown, and unsupportive. This is only when I accept the tepid, the less-than-exquisite life, the old stories I hear told around me.
Winter Solstice Lessons: Seeing in the Dark
Years ago I found myself in the mountains of Vermont, walking mostly naked through the forest under a dark moon. I was on my way to a ceremony, with a wild and wise group of women. This was the only way in, through the dark. We were instructed to go barefoot and blind into the woods, to find our way. No shoes, no lights. And we did. I remember my bare feet grew eyes that night. I could feel each square of earth before my foot laid down. Without even glancing down, I could sense which needle would prick me where, which leaf would curl on top of me. I could feel where the root of each tree would press even before it did. It was as if the imprint of my foot on the earth would rise up to meet each step. I could not take a wrong step.
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