cold moon conjure

we. out. here.

releasing the walls that held/hold in harm and danger.

releasing regressive constructs that are scared of change.

releasing any small particles of tolerance for abusers – learning from the biodynamic and interconnected youth who just say the truth and ask us to live in it, demand us to change it.

releasing any idea that shrinking ourselves is what makes room for others…learning to trust in the abundant world which needs all of us, all of our gifts.

releasing what has died this past decade – loved ones, loveships, illusions. thank you for the lessons, for being a part of everything we are and will be.

releasing expectations of and attention on those who are not trying to grow right now. it’s all good, really it is, pace is subjective. but i hear tomorrow calling and i am in love with that sound.

releasing the small ways obligation has crept into my heart. letting love and liberation cleanse me back my authentic, odd and positively obsessed self.

releasing those i can’t forgive, and those who can’t forgive me. may we be happy. accountable, rebirthed, yes. but happy.

releasing what i cannot carry, cannot swallow, cannot believe, cannot feel, and cannot trust.

releasing the sharp and isolating teeth of superiority that sit inside of recognition like a venus fly trap – i know better: i’m not better.

releasing regret, and shaping change so that i can end patterns of regret. particularly releasing any patterns that keep me from letting feeling guide my actions. my intuition is becoming a pendulum in my cells, and i am learning to trust my direction, my tongue and my mistakes.

releasing any narrative that asks me to sacrifice my health for my relevance. i only want to mean something to those who care about my flesh, bones and spirit.

dark night, bright moon, prayers up, thank you