it takes so much rain to feed the potential fecundity of our home, to meet it in the earth and promise it the sky.

so if you need to cry, water yourself, water us.

love is profound, it is the reason we risk the grief and heartache and confusion and loneliness. soon those who cannot feel will become irrelevant, for we are awakening to the places beyond logic, beyond the histories we’ve been sold, our strategies imbued with witchcraft and longing, our structures surrendering to what our bodies and hearts know about belonging.

even when we win in this new-tired paradigm we know it is the step and not the destination. this is all, the learning, the loss, grief and the realization it’s all part of love – even if it’s always yearning.

can’t you feel it? somewhere in your lineage is peace, pleasure, dance, love. is justice, is freedom, is how to be on this planet, is love. it might be behind or ahead of you, but there is a lesson we need that only you can touch.

death too is a flow, even if it goes where we cannot see. but you, reading this, you are not dead yet. you are here with a million choices.

i choose pleasure and liberation.