Sequoia: healing from the roots up

Life never to unravel i seek but always to unravel i be like long taper silk worms wreathing and weaving the snake's head eating the tail swallowing whole never to unravel its open faced mystery never to unravel me i seek but always i unravel, i revert never, always Love wherever i go, beloved i cannot be lost to you you hold me in your body your vastness is my home and yet tenderly you hold every part of me softly i can go nowhere you are not you are everywhere and you hold me everywhere you place me in everywhere i am everywhere with you, my beloved i am always found not lost in you Dark i hardly notice the violence i am sinking my ears are stopped i jump at the slightest sound it has permeated me my skin is loose my teeth are rattling i hardly notice you anymore help me i hardly notice the violence anymore Word the thing i know is nothing the thi...

Dance is the hidden language of the soul.   - Martha Graham #1 - dance makes me feel like #2 - i come from a faraway planet. i do not remember where i come from. i am beginning to awaken #3 - i am Bright Star #4 - every experience of my life has been for a specific reason #5 - certain types of music and movement, poetry and literature, places in nature and the world remind me of where i come from, and widen my awakening #6 - i am strong #7 - i am brave #8 - i will never give up #9 - i am not alone #10 - dance and movement unlock my true being #11 - my purpose is light #12 - i choose to be here #13 - i am pure joy and delight #14 - i am guided every step of the way #15 - there are no mistakes #16 - India, the rooftop #17 - the Himalayas, the smiling woman #18 - dancing in the Spanish house in the jungle in Goa #19- that one hour of choreography class where i utterly let go #20 - Tehillah #21 - five years of modern dance classes ...

She loved the pile of index cards, with   loving messages   printed on them. The poetry book with clouds on the cover. The buzz of the fridge. The quiet morning. The luminescent orchids. She loved how mellow it looked outside. Her thick socks.  Autumn. Sunlight. Aspen leaves. She loved the idea of molasses, maple syrup, honey; and the things you could make with their thick sweetness. In fact, she loved the idea of getting sticky and messy, and not caring. Mud, dirt, sweat, food, fluids from lovemaking. Wrestling in the mud. Soaking under a pounding waterfall. She loved the sharp intake of breath. The freshness in the winter air. When digital numbers came to 11:11. She loved coincidences, divine appointments, angels, faeries, vintage films. She loved the quiet. And escaping to a cabin in the woods for her birthday. She loved thoughtful messages. Kindness. Feeling loved and appreciated. She loved tarot, and aloe vera; peaches in summer, apples in winter. She ...

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. The point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” ―  Rainer Maria Rilke        I've just completed my 2018 forecast tarot reading, and I wanted to reflect on all that I have learned from the tarot this past year.  Life is so much more complex than we allow it to be, and I have learned to step into the middle of paradox. True, alchemical treasure is found when we step outside the camps of 'black' and 'white', into Rumi's field, out beyond right and wrong. And this is the place we need to be, now more than ever, in the midst of all the polarities and 'sides' runni...