A love poem to my community,
You.
Yes, you
and you
and you too.
You in the back.
You next to me.
You across the hall.
You on the other side of the wall.
You there on the screen, not here and looking so small.
All of you.
I see your light. I see your lovable parts. I see your big hearts. I love you. I really do.
YOU and YOU and YOU and YOU and you times infinity, thru and thru. I see you. All of you.
I see your shadows.
I see your wounds and your wanting.
I see where you are asleep to yourself. I do not wish to shame you or harm you. I can only tame you gently from your wild unconscious slumber.
I still love you. All and all.
Slowly, awaken.
As each piece of shadow is uncovered,
awaken to more of yourself
and to the opportunity in the present moment.
These are the times that you’ve been yearning for.
YOU are the one that you’ve been waiting for.
Be here now for as much healing as you can possibly muster
with all of your whole-hearted courage.
Heal. Activate your inner sight with insight.
Disembody the shame you’ve taken on with each intentional exhale.
Breathe out that feeling from the places you felt wrong for any reason, real or arbitrary.
We all have some of this work to do and I’ve even rolled my eyes about it at times,
but the truth is that loving is the way and the seeing ourselves healed is the answer.
The world we are creating around us is more beautiful when we’re here now,
showing up for the healing that is always available in some seemingly small
~yet absolutely accessible way~ in every single moment.
An invitation to my community,
Pause.
Breathe.
Let that tension you know-so-well go.
Release your shame.
Release your fear.
Release your guilt.
Forgive and clear yourself. Heal.
You serve everyone when you do this.
YOU loving yourself…
is the so-hot-right-now radical act of revolution
that the world needs oh-so-badly
to keep from going chaotically mad.
You are a crucial part of the collective field everywhere that you exist.
Be there, wherever you are, and be aware of this.
You matter oh-so-much!
I love you and your light and your shadow and your trunk of costumes.
I see you changing your outfits. You’re adorable over there. I see you, all of you.
I love you even when you walk around wearing a costume of shame du jour or those old white wigs of guilt.
You’re still cute in your sad shrunken-in stance. I know that’s not the real you.
And when you try to dress me in costumes of projection and blame, that’s not me either.
Let’s get naked again.
Real, honest, and vulnerable.
We can dress ourselves in fun, amusement, and peace instead.
It always starts with a choice.
Make the choice to take the healing action in the moment.
Healing always starts with a deep breath.
Cleanse yourself with the life force ever-present in our atmosphere.
Take in the sacred AIR that we all share.
Use your breath and your words to clear the AIR.
Clear it here and clear it there,
be a conduit for peace with your words and thoughts.
Do the least amount of harm possible to yourself and others.
Perfection is not the goal,
yet this collective endeavor,
in tiny gestures,
will resonate, radiate, and ripple thru the airwaves.
Airwaves.
Invisible and powerful.
Like wifi. Like your thoughts. Like your emotional vibrations and bodily states transmitted to those around you.
The mystery of Aquarius is in the glyph. ♒️ Look at those airwaves.
It may represent the water-bearer, but it is the element of AIR.
AIR is space. Have your own. No shame in taking up yours.
Have your boundaries. Imagine creating them in space, see them in the air.
Speak them. Give them life. Give them honor. They make other people feel safer when shared opening, artfully, and gracefully.
AIR is communication. Get better at welding your words.
They can help you heal, they can help us all heal, little by little, your words matter.
Do as little harm as possible with them.
Keep it kind, clear, and clean (and you are also welcome to swear like a sailor if it still meets 2/3 of this criteria). I love when you do.
Check on your potential projections. Get curious about your communication process. I love when you do.
For fun, I invite you to imagine this.
When you go to the do your doody duty,
imagine that you also shit your shame out.
Make it a daily practice of clearing your energy
with that physical movement on your porcelain throne.
Imagine flushing the energy right into the earth,
our great home and magnificent, receptive, nonjudgmental recycler of energy.
Use your mind to put that lower vibration of shame into your physical waste and release. Let go. Flush.
Repeat next time.
Smile.
It’s working because you didn’t take it too seriously.
Release yourself from taking yourself and your metaphorical shit so seriously.
Be lighter. Be sacred and silly thru the mental magic of AIR.
AIR is progressive. It moves forward…
it revolutionizes when we remember to utilize the gifts
it gives us all… if we choose them. I choose to do my part, even though I am imperfect.
Get with taking your rightful place of creating more peace in the collective.
Get with your part of clearing the AIR
in your community,
in unity,
in you.
