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Love.
Feeding my mouth
Feeding my soul
I feed my grief
Feeling those without bread.
Disconnected souls
Disconnected creatures
Pulling up weeds
Not knowing they are truly medicine.
Answers are here.
Whispering, let go and stop resisting nature.
Let go and
normalize your age
Normalize the bugs
Normalize the weeds
Normalize the trees
Normalize the connection between all things.
Oof. Pulling up weeds.
Love this, Nina. Love you!!
What sparks joy?
In the darkest hours
I search for that spark
My one voice
In the dark
Reaching out
Across time and space
To hear the harmonic surge
Of many voices
Rising up and out
Joined as one
To know that I am not alone
In my despair
Voices rising up
From the ashes and decay
Voices screaming out
To the numb and blind
For support, for help
Hands, so many hands
Reaching out from
The depths of the ocean, cave,
Pit of destruction
Desolation
De-SOUL-ation
When the form no longer fits
We must burn the meat suit
And rise from the ashes
Creating our own fire
And sparking the scream
That wakes us from the
Nightmare
And every morning
That I wake up
Is a chance to try again
That tiny crack that
Is a sign of being broken
Is also where the light gets in
That can fuel a
Thousand rainbows
The beauty after
The storm
Beautiful, Shara. I was reading about the recently deceased Joanna Macy this morning and considering her belief that despair and belonging both must coexist. I loved that framing for despair.
Love.
Feeding my mouth
Feeding my soul
I feed my grief
Feeling those without bread.
Disconnected souls
Disconnected creatures
Pulling up weeds
Not knowing they are truly medicine.
Answers are here.
Whispering, let go and stop resisting nature.
Let go and
normalize your age
Normalize the bugs
Normalize the weeds
Normalize the trees
Normalize the connection between all things.
Love.
Oof. Pulling up weeds.
Love this, Nina. Love you!!
What sparks joy?
In the darkest hours
I search for that spark
My one voice
In the dark
Reaching out
Across time and space
To hear the harmonic surge
Of many voices
Rising up and out
Joined as one
To know that I am not alone
In my despair
Voices rising up
From the ashes and decay
Voices screaming out
To the numb and blind
For support, for help
Hands, so many hands
Reaching out from
The depths of the ocean, cave,
Pit of destruction
Desolation
De-SOUL-ation
When the form no longer fits
We must burn the meat suit
And rise from the ashes
Creating our own fire
And sparking the scream
That wakes us from the
Nightmare
And every morning
That I wake up
Is a chance to try again
What sparks joy?
That tiny crack that
Is a sign of being broken
Is also where the light gets in
That can fuel a
Thousand rainbows
The beauty after
The storm
Beautiful, Shara. I was reading about the recently deceased Joanna Macy this morning and considering her belief that despair and belonging both must coexist. I loved that framing for despair.