Or is that just what we call it
Its been a rough month but also an incredible one. I got into it with a few friends, when I haven’t had friend drama for years. I made a mistake, mistakes were made at my expense, Im changing and growing and learning to forgive myself for things. I still have this looming feeling of having to see all my woes from the opposing view just to be prepared for that view to come up in life and it makes it hard to move. But Im letting the days be the guide, not the projection of how many. Im going with the wind and dust, elevating until air is me.
Its not a smooth ride but what did we come to earth for?
The woods poem
The woods know the rain from the breeze giving in
Like towers of the Milky Way
Untied to those sacred messages, the fungi disappear and our phone lines go with them
Its not always the rain that isn't right, but how we drink when droplets touch like magma on the stem
The roots already saw it coming
Thats how they fight with thirst
and become tall
And become strong
And become facts
Its not until a thunderstorm that the earth is cured of knowing
When a strike lifts the bark from many years of holding rest
The shatter
Is welcome to the cordyceps
And here we are again
Making life new
My anxiety is a learning experience
A crumbling ladder on which movement is the only invitation to heartbeats
Stepping stones.
I look down and the debris have made an opening;
accountability is in cursive on the fragile door at the bottom of our holy swamp
Welcome the water that the forest knows best
we're known for love and Im integrating
Growth is uncomfortable
Buckle down
And make it fashion