"We are the universe in ecstatic motion." --O.
As I sit here on the patio of our Treehouse hOMe surrounded by a canopy of green - Eucalyptus, Fern and Palm - I am feeling into my fear. It's a common feeling - the way it brews in my belly and how it likes to bark at my mind. "Don't!" "No!" "Stop." This week, it has been a conversational topic and we've been addressing how we have shifted into allowing our fear space within us because it is here for a reason. It has something to say; it wants to bee expressed. Especially in lieu of it being avoided or our pretending like it doesn't exist. With it, we have been practicing our dance - finding balance, getting knocked off of center, seeking for something more, being present with what is. It's a practice, I'll say. And even with all of this fear swirling and creating chaos, leaving nothing unchanged in it's wake, we celebrate a life lived to the hilt. Because, what else is there to do?
As I spin from place to place within the vibrant city center of San Diego, I mingle and collide with brilliance. With shades and hues of every color; with song and dance of diverse genre, Gypsy Folk to Latin Rock; with artists and lovers and human beeings who simply want to remember how to flourish in shared harmony once more. It is really this simple. And, the MAGIC we create is brewed in this collective cauldron - it is specific and regional, it is circumstantial and temporal. Our common tune right now, however, shares a similar refrain - it's a bit lilting and sad. It needs water and nourishment, resources and materials. It needs to bee lifted from above the veil it has been hidden under for far too long now. OUR SONG has risen.
On Monday night, while D. shredded his electric guitar in the pub at Whole Foods, J. said, "I wish I lived during a time when music and art was our culture." I looked him straight in the eye and said, "My brotha, it's why you are alive now - to help us all re-memba!" WE ALL DESERVE TO FLOURISH and in our great re-membering, we honor that our highest and best good is found in sharing with each other, in co-creating more magic and harmony and in dancing both life's metaphorical ups and downs as well as on a dance floor where we are dropping out of our minds and into our bodies - EMBODYING PROSPERITY ONCE MORE.
It's time to sing, my friends.
O. ~ Thanks for bee-ing a "bestie" - for holding space & for laying on a pitched shore at the La Jolla Cove, sinking into the sand as we feel the waves crash over us and then try to suck us out to sea......
We're holding on.
