I have seared the Napa cabbage and mushrooms. Brewed the green and nettle tea and laid the table for a feast.
For the first time in a long time I hear you (or is it me) say- you have come back to me. To love. Because you know the truth that-
Real love brings us deeper into life. Close to the center.
Closer to the fleshy humanness.
And miracle of breath
Real love moves us out of isolation and into the collective consciousnes. And into the flow of bodies and mess. It gives us heat and holiness.
It (love)requires us to give and the receive equally (but not necessarily in tandem).
We take what we need. We give what we can. Understanding that we are a keeper and kept as well. We ask and it is given.
Receiving with gladness and authority…We give thanks and resources. Blessings and curses (should they be asked of us and needed) understanding that our words create connections and tremors underneath the land.
Love says Our actions are part of the answered prayer. It all matters in all matters.
Love says Let the earth meet you as you are. Broken and bloody she will hold you. The mud you gather from yesterdays rain will heal your soul. That northern wind will find the aches in your heart and love it clearly.
Hold on Like that old weeping willow holding your stories and your ancestors stories with tender fingers and holy rituals.
Somehow, You find yourself Holding the roses and the wild violet with equal wonder becoming/transforming… a bouquet of ancient resistance and healing.