Thanks for this Kelly, its a wonder to be in the thick of the relationship and a blessing to get to that place where we choose to fall in into love. For its such a choice to take on the interest of being with another, another human, being, spirit, place, seen or unseen. It's an entirely different map of that of the suffering we go through when integrating the blows, welcomed or not, unexpected or maneuvered into that fall upon us from the outside. And yet what joy to choose to fall into love, into life so its not a surprise that it is coming from a place that is elbows arm into death.
And for sharing the honouring of the harvest moon and your acorn trails. The maps our bodies and those that brought our bodies forth know so well and hold in place. I got collect and prepare acorns finally in my little canyon, after years of medicine making, I finally got to cheer my ancestors up as I tasted my first acorn biscuit, those nameless old old old ones who know that taste so well. And thanks for your courage in holding the place that I also have to embrace soon when I move full time to my little canyon, where the land is bossy and the wind and sun are center stage, the moon does the clearing and the water runs it all, one where there not is much of anything civil but me and the land. May It move me to choose love, and teach me how to release the pain of betrayal, grief and terror with mindful destruction. May the only salt I pour on the land be my tears.
Its inspiring and affirming to know your out there
i wish for you bravery in the move! and love your line 'may the only salt i pour on the land be my tears.'
and as for acorns specifically, i feel like they are so ancestral tied to so many of us around the world, and such an important sustaining food with so much collective somatic memory. it's literally in our bones. we are built from acorns, so many of us. we are built from so many past lifeways, past harvests, that the maps of memory tap into that as well even if we're not sure whats happening directly.
Yes! my body respond immediately. British born and managed to get the smattering of UK acorn lore that ghosts around. there's a book strandloper by alan garner that has some of the acorn songs
Thanks for this Kelly, its a wonder to be in the thick of the relationship and a blessing to get to that place where we choose to fall in into love. For its such a choice to take on the interest of being with another, another human, being, spirit, place, seen or unseen. It's an entirely different map of that of the suffering we go through when integrating the blows, welcomed or not, unexpected or maneuvered into that fall upon us from the outside. And yet what joy to choose to fall into love, into life so its not a surprise that it is coming from a place that is elbows arm into death.
And for sharing the honouring of the harvest moon and your acorn trails. The maps our bodies and those that brought our bodies forth know so well and hold in place. I got collect and prepare acorns finally in my little canyon, after years of medicine making, I finally got to cheer my ancestors up as I tasted my first acorn biscuit, those nameless old old old ones who know that taste so well. And thanks for your courage in holding the place that I also have to embrace soon when I move full time to my little canyon, where the land is bossy and the wind and sun are center stage, the moon does the clearing and the water runs it all, one where there not is much of anything civil but me and the land. May It move me to choose love, and teach me how to release the pain of betrayal, grief and terror with mindful destruction. May the only salt I pour on the land be my tears.
Its inspiring and affirming to know your out there
i wish for you bravery in the move! and love your line 'may the only salt i pour on the land be my tears.'
and as for acorns specifically, i feel like they are so ancestral tied to so many of us around the world, and such an important sustaining food with so much collective somatic memory. it's literally in our bones. we are built from acorns, so many of us. we are built from so many past lifeways, past harvests, that the maps of memory tap into that as well even if we're not sure whats happening directly.
Yes! my body respond immediately. British born and managed to get the smattering of UK acorn lore that ghosts around. there's a book strandloper by alan garner that has some of the acorn songs