hand painted journal cover made with a paper bag from the local grocery + tea
there is so much going on in the world, as usual. so much to hold in our hearts and to do, as usual.
the medicine is to chose to do what you can and do it with all your heart. you see, our hearts are so miraculous. we forget that our prayers can move mountains and our actions can help protect lives near and far. we are so powerful. we just get so distracted by the shiny people selling us a life. when we already have this magical miracle in our bones waiting to dance down walls and nourish generations. we keep waiting for the powers to that be recognize us but what if we just activated our own roots and wings? what if despite it all, we used them, anyways.
lately, I am trying to slide into this knowing because knowing my own power may be one of the most revolutionary things i can know and living in it is likely to change generations.
and so it is.
write words. make art. do what you can. do it with all your power and heart. live your life.
all of it.
with applause or apology.
this is how we get over.
this is how we return to our own integral magic.
and become free.