Life is so beautiful when I show up for it with honesty and vulnerability. I think I’ve been kind of oblivious to my own power for a long time. Like in a way that has hurt others for sure, but now I also see how other folks hurt people and don’t even realize their own strength. This has been a moment for me to cultivate more compassion and empathy. It’s okay to not get it. To be around, but not tied in. It’s also okay to say true things and not be understood. That’s also okay. I’m learning how to be a person and that’s enough. I get to grow, be loved, and die. I think that’s a good life trajectory honestly. Kiss the people I love with tears on my face and go knowing that everlasting love is opening before me in the beyond.
Communion is just practice for when the mirror dimly becomes the full embrace of that vulnerability and deep understanding of (us) together. When I took my death trip on mushrooms, my death experience was an embrace with a deeply loved old friend I hadn’t seen in a long, long time, emerging from a train in a softly lit terminal. It was a powerful moment for me in that it was absolutely like a parent whispering softly into a frightened child’s ear as they drift off to sleep. Speaking words of comfort, while singing songs that usher in the sweet sleep of a child who is seen, known and fully belongs.
i’m just happy to be here it’s okay to be drawn in by the presence of someone it’s good to listen closely to the sounds your heart makes it is precious music it’s good to be awake sometimes it’s good to be asleep sometimes it’s good to breathe and sit in the sunshine it’s good to eat food with a grateful heart it’s good to drink clean water and remember where it came from it’s good to open my heart to those who are suffering much it’s good to not look away it’s good to allow for tenderness to emerge to allow the thirst for justice to grow stronger inside me they may have trained us for reaction and violence, but there is another way love makes room for me to suffer and be seen to make mistakes and learn from them to know that my worth isn’t coming from my output the embrace of myself is the birthplace of me opening my heart to you let’s get born again together in this moment, i mean, emerging anew change me into someone more true someone who is just so, in the quiet more at home inside my heart more in love laughing stupidly for the sake of joy
structures of home 