My neighbor found a dead bird on his porch a few days ago. He texted another neighbor and me to ask how he could get the bird removed. I just knew this was something I wanted to handle. To give the bird a good burial. To honor her life, her flight. To speak a prayer, a blessing.
This felt like one of those unspoken duties towards the nonhuman realms one does not even know one has until one is in conscious synchronization and cooperation with them.
As I scooped the earth out with my bare hands to prepare a bird-sized hole, I found myself thinking of death rites across cultures. Who amongst my ancestors had prepared earth graves just in this way, before or after lighting fire to pyres became the practice. How long does it take for all the constituents of life to return to earth - to First Mother - so they may be rebirthed, participating in a new form in the cycle of life and nourishment.
All life is living the great purpose of life. When one strand breaks, the web feels it.
I wondered what my neighbors would think if they saw me burying the bird in this way. They did not ask me for details, and I did not offer them. But right there I had stepped into the moment that asked me to claim my difference.
Spirit bird asking me to lay to rest the appearance of convention, of regularity, of normalcy.
How often I've struggled with the part of me that wants to be no more than conventional, regular, normal... contrary to how I experience the world!
But 2018 is Nature Year. A year to claim our magic and authenticity. The deepest reaches of our own possibilities. As we become more of ourselves, the world blazes into its wildest dream becoming.
Recently, my dreams have been populated with the wedeme (wild beings of nature) - me as wedeme - asking me to claim that wild becoming. What is safe is not me being like everyone else, but me knowing all my reaches, all that is deep and wild, within me.
Can I remember who I am even when the mirrors around me are dark, blurry, partial, indifferent? Can I remember compassion? Can I remember that this wild story I am co-creating flows into me from Source?
Its uniqueness is unassailable. When the light in our story is further away, the key is to remember that adversity has a purpose too. It is here to shape us into our truest connection to ourselves.
Authenticity is extraordinary.
Here is a meditation I invite you to join me in. Name each of your shadow or wild aspects. Say, this here is an aspect of me. Say, this is not all of me. Do this until you have acknowledged all that wants to flow into your awareness as part of your greater story.
Then let yourself connect to the greatness and joy of your story. This human/divine story that you are co-creating with Source! With Life.
This felt like one of those unspoken duties towards the nonhuman realms one does not even know one has until one is in conscious synchronization and cooperation with them.
As I scooped the earth out with my bare hands to prepare a bird-sized hole, I found myself thinking of death rites across cultures. Who amongst my ancestors had prepared earth graves just in this way, before or after lighting fire to pyres became the practice. How long does it take for all the constituents of life to return to earth - to First Mother - so they may be rebirthed, participating in a new form in the cycle of life and nourishment.
All life is living the great purpose of life. When one strand breaks, the web feels it.
I wondered what my neighbors would think if they saw me burying the bird in this way. They did not ask me for details, and I did not offer them. But right there I had stepped into the moment that asked me to claim my difference.
Spirit bird asking me to lay to rest the appearance of convention, of regularity, of normalcy.
How often I've struggled with the part of me that wants to be no more than conventional, regular, normal... contrary to how I experience the world!
But 2018 is Nature Year. A year to claim our magic and authenticity. The deepest reaches of our own possibilities. As we become more of ourselves, the world blazes into its wildest dream becoming.
Recently, my dreams have been populated with the wedeme (wild beings of nature) - me as wedeme - asking me to claim that wild becoming. What is safe is not me being like everyone else, but me knowing all my reaches, all that is deep and wild, within me.
Can I remember who I am even when the mirrors around me are dark, blurry, partial, indifferent? Can I remember compassion? Can I remember that this wild story I am co-creating flows into me from Source?
Its uniqueness is unassailable. When the light in our story is further away, the key is to remember that adversity has a purpose too. It is here to shape us into our truest connection to ourselves.
Authenticity is extraordinary.
Here is a meditation I invite you to join me in. Name each of your shadow or wild aspects. Say, this here is an aspect of me. Say, this is not all of me. Do this until you have acknowledged all that wants to flow into your awareness as part of your greater story.
Then let yourself connect to the greatness and joy of your story. This human/divine story that you are co-creating with Source! With Life.
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