The Golden Thread

If you have been turned against your own body, the land that holds you, or another human being, you have been conned. If your reaction to perverse greed and mass murder is disdain of a group of people who have no control over their government’s actions, you have been misled and are veering away from the creation of a reality (inner and outer) where all people are safe to exist, belong, heal and thrive. We are not each other’s enemies.

The abject horrors of war, genocide, ethnic cleansing, manufactured poverty, displacement and other purposeful side effects of the colonial experiment shatter hearts, bodies and minds across time and space. It is nothing new yet it is my sense that this behavior is a complete disconnection from Source and an aberration from our deepest and most expansive nature. Our cells, tissues, organ systems, energetic systems, emotions, thoughts— and the lost energies that attach themselves inside our wounding—are so multi-generationally damaged by the lineage of domination and its insidious expressions, that blind destruction and pitiful grasps at power can appear as the only course of action—which is a horrific illusion that could not be further from the truth.

My prayers never end for the release of this distortion of somehow getting safety and freedom from destroying sentient beings, disregarding the spirits of the land or ignoring the cries of ancestors who know better; for the clarity to strike like lightning in the hearts and minds of the war mongers and their haunted decaying mansions built over desecrated bones; for falsehoods to fall, for the terror to cease, for the suffering to end not just in this lifetime but in all of them.

If you can walk yourself and your loved ones through the portals of transformation that offer no guaranteed other side, except the soft body birthing of new life while hearts crack and crumble simultaneously, through the unbearable weight of loss upon loss—-then you have been set free, through the purging, churning transmutations, into a devotion only to Love, to the Great Mystery that holds it all.

❤️‍🔥Happy birthday to my beloved Grant! ❤️‍🔥

Celebrating you! Your heart is truly the most beautiful. You make me laugh harder than almost anyone, your love is exquisite and true. Let’s keep up the good Capricorn work to anchor love and realness through this burning world (in style, and with the best music.) Keeping the hearth fires burning bright, holding fast with you!

A picture of us from last night on my birthday and his birthday eve, I see our inner children here. 🥰

Today I turn 39, signaling the start of my 40th revolution around the star that each day nourishes life on earth. The more I learn, the less I know. The more I love, the more I let go. Just made that up, something to ponder. These days I stay with sensations rather than making sense. It is all a practice. Growing up is wild—our capacity expands to hold all of the parts and expressions of us we have been, are and will be—navigating this world (which contains many worlds) is hard and heartbreaking, soft and tender, and an astonishingly beautiful privilege I do not take for granted—I am very fortunate, and life is still fragile. Life on earth & in-body is weird, but I am weirder. I am devoted to real love and all the ways that expresses through me. The initiations continue and my aim is imperfect, exquisite presence. 🤍 AND THANK YOU to all the extraordinary souls—friends, family, clients, animals, plants, benevolent spirit helpers, ancestors, etc who make my life so beautiful.

Ok, a favorite poem, Remember by Joy Harjo:

“Remember the sky that you were born under,
know each of the star’s stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the
strongest point of time.
Remember sundown
and the giving away to night.
Remember your birth,
how your mother struggled
to give you form and breath.
You are evidence of
her life, and her mother’s, and hers.
Remember your father. He is your life, also.
Remember the earth whose skin you are:
red earth, black earth, yellow earth,
white earth brown earth, we are earth.
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their tribes, their families,
their histories, too.
Talk to them,
listen to them. They are alive poems.
Remember the wind.
Remember her voice.
She knows the
origin of this universe.
Remember you are all people
and all people are you.
Remember you are this universe
and this universe is you.
Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember language comes from this.
Remember the dance language is, that life is.
Remember.”