airport,
forest,
cabin,
hotel –
transitory,
means to move
from one place
to another.
holding spaces,
sacred ground to
stop,
rest,
Be,
see
your threshold,
meet your unknown.
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genius
Genius
seems to come
at a very steep price.
Typically,
heavy drugs
for a gifted musician
or
egregious infidelity
for a talented athlete.
Why?
The weight of The Pedestal,
the unrealistic expectations,
the Godlike projections?
Or dizzying fame
borne too quick & too young,
allowing no adequate time
for a stronger foundation?
Always a similar story,
a shared humanity,
the need to escape the anxiety,
that knawing
lethal
relentless
core belief
of innate
unworthiness.
Alas, nowhere to run,
the angst always comes back.
Some heal, eventually learn.
Others, they cannot return.
dress rehearsal
six years ago,
a dress rehearsal.
Fierce Grace,
it was,
though we did not believe so.
asked to slow down,
to be Still,
to go in,
we choose
to move fast,
to look out,
to go back
no matter the costs.
when will we learn?
what will it take
to grow up,
to repent,
to repair
all that has been lost?
a clock ticks,
a cliff awaits,
Earth, regenerates.
look up!
look up at The Sky!
notice a fluffy cloud,
deLight in its shapeshifting,
marvel at the Greater Why.
most importantly,
just
be
Here
now.
stripped to The Bone
Life
will strip you
all the way down
to The Bone,
to your very Essence,
when you surrender –
holding absolutely
nothing
back!
Succumbing to The River,
arms wide open!
Receptive,
softening the jaw,
the breath,
the doubt.
Being,
present,
feeling it all –
the fear,
the angst,
the panic,
the tenderness!
Relent!
Resistance is futile!
As Life takes the reigns,
Radical Trust
becomes the curriculum.
The madness of the mind
melts
into the background –
its rightful place –
in deference
and service
to its Master,
the grounded Heart.
Luminous Things
bright,
smart Beings,
they don’t stay
they inevitably fly away.
why?
what of the conditions –
the soil,
the ethos –
here, now
discourage commitment
inspire flight?
perhaps,
a misalignment of values?
a sense of directionlessness?
a desire for a bit more
stability and community?
all this and more,
trusting an instinct
to Go
Now
and explore.
Luminous Things await
on fear’s other side!
Be You
a bit of a contemplative time,
going within,
diving deep –
deeper than ever before,
meeting and making friends
with all the variations
and parts of Me.
Listening
to all their stories
and different perspectives.
Breathing,
long and slow,
taking it all in,
heart breaking and opening –
no judgement,
only Love ❤️,
patience,
and compassion 🙏
At the core,
The Messages
all seem to be same:
Be you, Beloved,
please do not deviate
from your Original Face 🤗
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fifty-seven
57 turns around The Sun,
over 700 hundred moons –
grateful, pensive
this year,
less celebratory.
Surprised
– as always –
by the outpouring
of Love,
sweet remembering
amidst so much suffering.
Sitting in a Liminal Space,
I am
here
now,
at a Threshold,
change
yet again!
A new chapter,
a different field,
a call to Be
more of Me –
The Original Face
before all the conditioning.
A pull to follow
my unique BluePrint,
to keep spreading these
Considerable Wings 🪽
to Leap into the perceived
Unknown,
to risk all
whilst also remaining
somewhat
grounded.
Difficulty at the Beginning.
Yes!
Feel it!
Breathe it!
Choose
to Trust,
to Create,
to Live
without understanding Life,
to follow your Heart ❤️
annihilation
death.
annihilation.
trans-formation.
no going back,
a time to grieve,
to let go
to let it burn 🔥
it – that which was
and can no longer
be
here
now.
a new identity awaits,
must allow the old
to gently fall away.
scared?
yes, petrified
standing
naked
at yet another Threshold.
where am I going?
where is my Songline leading?
skin shedding,
ancestral beliefs rising –
disempowerment,
unworthiness,
scarcity
the possibility of not living
to full potentiality.
that story ends
here
now
with me,
with fervent prayers,
with aligned community,
with Trust and surrender
day by day,
breath by deep breath,
re-leasing,
re-membering.
family
not one thing,
many definitions.
sometimes,
unspeakably rough;
others, soft
beyond measure.
complicated
and yet
fundamentally simple.
requires constant
investment
and reciprocity.
a fertile garden
often neglected.
a stated priority
not borne out in
lived reality.
an ample bosom for belonging
and a crucible for isolation.
multitudes, this construct
of family,
expanding and contracting,
forever be-coming 🙏
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