Lessons from Flowers

We can learn a lot from flowers
rooted yet unbothered,
Offering their sweetest nectar,
no questions asked
Here to simply make this world a little more honest, a little more light, and a little more sweet

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Softness.

As I read the daily briefings from the NYT that arrive in my inbox: soften.

As I reflect on the tapestry of my own complex nature: soften.

As 2020 draws towards a close with major eclipses, excruciating loss, pain, compression, and uncertainty heightened in the collective nervous system: soften.

Impending environmental collapse: soften.

So much judgement and finger-pointing, from within and without, everywhere we look: soften.

”What does accountability, interconnection, and sustainability mean within the landscape of my own consciousness?” is a question that teaches, changes and orients me.

How do these function within a fractal world in which I will never know the full picture, yet my mere existence has unfathomable impact?

soften.

As I watch the shifting tectonics of my own struggles, fears, griefs, hopes, wounds, work, reactivities, self-forgiveness, coursing through my body day-in and day-out like the ocean tides or the cyclical phases of the moon:

tension / awareness/ release / tension / awareness /release / tension / unconsciousness/ more tension / crash / tension / struggle / revelation / eventual change / struggle / release.

Both oppressed and freed by the infinite layers of the self: soften.


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