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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change
Soft and Slow
Memories,
cannot access many –
blurry,
scary,
unwelcomed
they are.
Better to keep locked deep –
for now.
The time may come
to visit certain memories,
one by one,
soft and slow,
well resourced,
strongly grounded,
begin to see
the memories differently,
to heal the broken Heart,
melt the frozen bits,
integrate it all,
emanate a clearer frequency.
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.
the remembrance
came in a dream
last night, two words:
Stillness
Freshness
all that is recalled,
pieces, clues
from within
the subconscious Mind.
Stillness
conjures a Mountain,
the mighty Oak,
the Earth,
Wisdom.
Freshness
less somber,
lighter,
Innocence,
play.
Balance,
perhaps,
a message to take away.
Or, the remembrance
of a Truth
in a world
addicted to noise:
The Still
births
The Fresh –
always was,
always is,
always will be.
Rise, rooted
nervous,
proceed anyway –
breathing,
praying 🙏
hands sweaty, voice trembling,
do it!
that thing
on your Heart
for decades –
perhaps even lifetimes.
the irritant in your Soul
that simply
will not
leave you alone,
begging you
to Rise,
rooted
firmly
in yourself,
your dharma,
your imagination,
in forces far beyond
your comprehension.
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!
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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