Laguna Beach March 31, 2022

Dictating the bones of the new poetry book

Confluence: Co-Creating possibility spaces

Opening the portals of potential, are we beginning to trust the space before the words?

Coming again,

Shifting through the variations of intensity,

Time Embedded in Nature,

We Listen And Move with Nature

AS NATURE

The turbulent path opens while listening and moving

WE Meet the systems awakening, colliding as atoms in a glass jar

And they call forward, careening, while blasting us out of the past, as they inspire and co-conspire to be more clear in their messages

About our place, the birth of the new….

Our radical hope, our intention to land in our honest and transparent selves.

No hiding. These bodies stand up or lie down. Dead or alive, we are all here…fodder for these next breaths, these next springs.

Conscious composting is the only way.

Those cells and selves that make a difference

Even as a single thought reverts to the ancient historical fire of distraction, we begin to emerge.

What I love about the ways in which these times are

Helping, is that

We might actually shift our connection to our hearts,

To actually be willing to pause, to wait, to meditate

To help make space and silence

For the creation of a new view

Realizing that the messiness of releasing the past and allowing the future to emerge

Happens in our own spaces, me and you.

Then we are more than two.

How do we strengthen our capacity

Personally and collectively

So that what we are leaning into isn’t my old me, yet it’s our new we?

What is this song, this whole person of our collective stance, even as we hold the system’s destructive participation with a negative glance.

Disgust rebuffs our stuff and our waste remains merrily free to roam, radically rebellious with all the other stuck forces of circumstance ….

Ah…the momentum of habits of circumstance!

How do we feed the new babies….? (as Nora B reminds us…)