Sequoia: healing from the roots up

You are wise to let it be messy. I bless the mess you make for the sake of your freedom. Our mess is sacred. Cleanliness is too neat, it is not free enough. My mess is down and dirty, It is ripe, rife, and creative, it is ALIVE. It is like a river, flowing mighty. Your clean neat perfect is like a dry mud hole. Mud is better when there is a clean river flowing freely over it, and through it, making clouds, making a dance. And we find our sisters there, In the mud, in the cloud, shouting and banging, in life alive, life untamed. Sister, sister in the mud, I bless you. I do not want to be perfect, I want to be free. I want to reveal my freedom layer by layer. Not neat and tidy, but loud and flamboyant. It is time for this. The world needs us to be messy now. Now. Now. Now. Hallelujah for the mess, for the joy dance. ...

Pray in sweet ocean cycles. Create a thousand raw truths. Spring deep, Sing new. Come question a bone well. Find inner stream chant, She spirit, Whole night laugh. And wake To pure surrender of being.

We are unfurling ourselves across the universe.   It just takes shaking the banner out, over and over again.  When we shake out the banner together, worlds fly free. We need each other. When you speak up, you give me courage. When I shake the banner, I connect myself to you. When you rise, I rise. When I heal, you can see your way to healing. When you breathe, shout, laugh, dance, swear, weep, pray, fuck, face your darkness - I, too, am given permission to do these things. We are all woven together by love.  And we are shaking out the banner together.  We will get there. Don't lose heart.