The world we have known is dying. Much of it needs to die. A hard new world is being born, and like all births, it is painful.
Living with the ebb and flow of Lunar cycles is an emotionally intelligent reminder of renewal.
What a sublime image. It holds all manner of silliness, and wisdom. What a chic, but manageable template to choose as your inspirational seed for an enormous task.
The ‘meta’ of self-care asks we realign soul with ego, that we infuse spirit into body. This allows the heart to nurture our raw nature, those raw, un-safe feelings that cry, “run! Abandon Self.”
In wanting to be an artist of the ordinary, a baker of breads, a two-stepping dancer, a creature seeking its ‘being’, I ask you ~how do you hold the magic of loving what is? Why does it take misfortune to reveal joy?
Since life has grown fully committed to throwing curve ball after curve ball, I’ve been questioning choices between safe and wild.
Steadfast Soul~Be still. Pay attention. Be alive. Grow transcendent.
I’ve discovered that what has buoyed, and brought me inner fluidity is you. Those who have cheered me on, believed in me, offered counsel on dark nights,