When people walk out of their bodies and into the formless realm, they take everything with them but the literal baggage they leave behind…
their body, the constrictions that become embedded within them in the cycle of birth sickness aging… on the way to dying… Sometimes some intergenerational wealth, but money—no matter how much—never replaces presence. In death, the weight lifts, and the body begins to decompose.
I don’t belong in Babylon if I can’t beat the rhythm of my own drum. For if I choose the settlers way that’s who I become…
We weren’t planning to uproot our nest just yet, but spirit has the way of directing flow in ways we don’t always want to accept in the moment or methods presented.
I believe that the general directive to avoid pain is one of the deepest roots of the empty, hollow feeling so many are feeling (Or…. seeking to not feel).
Pain endured is worn like a badge of honor.
Neither feel quite right to me.
Tiokasin Ghosthorse often speaks of the strength of the Roots of The Forest. He has such a graceful way of saying so much in very few words…
That isn’t always my strong suit
I woke up, this morning, with these thoughts…
I know how to compartmentalize. Ya know. Take your emotions and stuff them somewhere away from the light… Pretend they Continue reading
Every moment we live in, we are our best self and there is always a reachable next…
I miss the sound of the birds singing, right there on the tree outside my window–when I choose instead, to notice the chainsaw farther off in the distance.
Palace of Muse 