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Spring Equinox Reflection & Invitation



I stepped outside this morning, feeling slow falling snowflakes calling to me. Their fluffy crystals carried a pervasive silencing so the birds could be heard more clearly. The frozen ground sparkled, pregnant with light. The sun slipped between clouds as it made its slow crawl over the spine of the mountainside. My skin continued to catch fluffy sky crystals with fleeting delight as each melted shortly after contact. Enveloped by the green of juniper and the brown of scrub oak, a subtle warmth snaked its way into my heart. But this was no sunlight, it was the double-helixed entwining of love and grief coursing with golden wonder. Like the green shoot miraculously and diligently presenting at each spring, ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“๐‘’ ๐’ท๐‘œ๐’น๐“Ž ๐’ท๐‘’๐‘”๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‡๐’พ๐“…๐‘’ ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’๐“‡๐“‰๐’ถ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐“Ž ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‚๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“…๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’ท๐“๐‘’. I've been watching, the way a cat might watch a bird with relentless patience, the unfolding of global events amidst the arrival of this virus. A virus whose ancestral lineage is older than humanityโ€™s, and participated in the dreaming and shaping of all of us into being. For we have evolved alongside life whose forms and expressions are endless. I can't help but carry reverence and just the right amount of caution for such powerful organisms. They long to live just as we long to live, and they uphold ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐’ธ ๐“‰๐“‡๐“Š๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“ˆ that promise cyclic passages of compost and gestation. ๐’ฏ๐“‡๐“Š๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“…๐“๐“Š๐’ธ๐“€ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“‡๐’น๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‹๐“Š๐“๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐’ท๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Ž ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’พ๐“‚๐“…๐‘’๐“‡๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’, ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“๐’พ๐’ป๐‘’ ๐’ป๐‘’๐‘’๐’น๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“๐’พ๐’ป๐‘’. ๐’ฎ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐’Ÿ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘’ ๐’ท๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ถ๐“…๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‡๐’พ๐‘”๐’พ๐’น ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’พ๐“‚๐“…๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’น ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐“‡๐‘œ๐“, ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘”๐“๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐’ท๐“Š๐’ท๐’ท๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰๐“‡๐’พ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐’น ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐’ท๐’พ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐’ป๐‘’๐‘’๐’น ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐’น๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ. Gorge themselves through the consumption of other peoples lives and lands. I have seen beautiful reflections on what this virus is teaching humanity, as well as ghastly projections that deny our co-arising with such entities. As if the industrialization and colonization of the world hasn't informed this viral being, and its need to adapt to meet these times with its own particular genius. I can't help but acknowledge how, with such elegance, this organism's presence and way of relating exposes the wounds of industrial, colonizing culture: fear of death, aversion to grief, the absence of earth-centered community, denial of our role in viral/bacterial/fungal shaping, toxic agricultural practices, an absence of psychospiritual resilience and maturity, to name a few. This virus is shaking the delusional foundation of imposed control. ๐’ฉ๐‘œ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐‘’๐“๐‘’๐“‚๐“…๐“‰ ๐’ป๐“‡๐‘œ๐“‚ ๐’ป๐‘’๐‘’๐“๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘’๐’ป๐’ป๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“ˆ๐“Ž๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‚ ๐’น๐’พ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐’ป๐’ป, ๐‘’๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“๐‘œ๐‘”๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“๐“๐’ถ๐“…๐“ˆ๐‘’, ๐“…๐‘œ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ ๐“Š๐“…๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‹๐’ถ๐“, ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’น๐’พ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐‘’. Long before this particular viral expression made its way across continental "borders," millions of people (human and other-than) within our global community were and continue to feel the effects of industrialized nations sustaining themselves at their expense. Industrialized nations that intentionally destabilize other nations through war, sanctions, political terrorism, and "resource" extraction, among other atrocities. Chanting can be heard from the hungry: "consume, consume, consume." For change to come, I believe we must all learn to walk the humming edge of uncertainty. That sharpened blade in service to life and death. A blade that, as David Whyte would say, is so sharp ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐’ธ๐“Š๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐‘œ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡, ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“…๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰. ๐‘€๐“Ž ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“‹๐’พ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ in these times is to be curious about your relationship with not only this viral angelic monster (monstrum - divine portent), but also with the soft belly of your existence. What does it stir within you, and what have you cast onto it that could be reclaimed? To allow yourself to be in-formed and re-shaped by the precious gift of uncertainty and vulnerability that hums beneath the illusion of imposed control fed to you by current cultural structures. A vulnerability that is relationally tethered to the vulnerable, soft belly of all life. That your compassion, courage, and radical honesty might grow so vast that each decision you make is arduously considering those whose bodies make your existence possible, and the implications of your decisions. All of life wants to live. But if our fear overrides our ability to recognize the whole and our participation in its shaping, then we shall never be able to dream vibrant and impossible dreams because we shall flee from Mystery's resounding and impeccable call to live in the soil of uncertainty - ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐’พ๐“ ๐’ป๐“‡๐‘œ๐“‚ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ฝ ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“๐“ˆ ๐“ˆ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”. Please do not return to business as usual. Please do not fall back asleep. Let your tender and intrepid heart pull you toward the love song of your life that is a gift and medicine for not only these times but all who come after us. ๐ต๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’น ๐’ฎ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐ธ๐“†๐“Š๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’ถ๐“๐“!

And should you long for co-dreaming and guide support, Iโ€™m here. ๐Ÿ’œ

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