lessons of summer
the dead teach me to love the living
Time seemed to move swiftly, purposefully, and directly. When I drew a card for this season I felt with certainty Summer would bring the rush of expansion whispered the chapter before. Now I was full throttle in the unknown. The lush Venus Retrograde (and a literal trip to the past) felt like a cosmic joke and a gentle nudge of encouragement. Keep going, my ancestors echoed as I took steps into my future. Where the longest days of light illuminated a part of me, trapped in an abandoned house on the east side of Indiana. Reclaiming a home where my greatest loves and deepest pains seeded, bloomed, and transformed. One ego death after another. Divinely realigned with my inner masculine set the foundation for a larger container to support the fresh state of being (inner feminine). Through the triggers and shame, I became who I always needed and began to learn the difference between protecting from a place of love versus out of fear. I came out of Summer a bit more whole.
Lessons of Summer:
Rest to overcome the discomfort of trying new things.
Sometimes our deepest fears are exactly where we need to go.
True self-love requires full awareness of all our parts of being.
Creative Corner Highlights - poem, playlist, and resources
"Running from..." delving into the patterns of running and avoiding that keep us from true intimacy and vulnerability.
Black Feminist Writers & Palestine online event curated by Black Women Radicals (a Black feminist advocacy organization).
How to rebuild self-trust steps to connecting with yourself.
As always, I savor the gentle wisdom in your work.
The summer came and passed and your experience was conveyed so eloquently. Thank you for sharing yours, the collective is truly blessed to have you 💛🧡 also this is probably my favorite so far!! I LOVE the collage and really connect. You have SO MUCH to offer the world and community!! Thank you!!