Day of Venus (XIII)

This is the 13th Friday of my Day of Venus Posts, where I let wash up what is present in the undercurrents of my mind, heart and spirit. I am honored and deeply grateful for your readership as I cultivate my writer voice blindfoldedvertebrae by vertebrae, all chrysalis and soil.



There is an anger-shaken girl inside who says “You tricked me! They tricked me! He tricked me! She tricked me!” and screams into the sky for justice. There is a sadness I mother into joy time and time again like it is my sole responsibility. I offer my hand and she reaches to hold on, be comforted, be guided. We walk around the lake looking at emerald green-headed ducks and the tiny indents on the water under the rain. I let her sob into into my shoulder, never asking her to stop or hurry, never uncomfortable or burdened by her anguish, until her eyes catch the tail of a lizard on a stem, it’s spine reaching up and around the early bud of a flower I don’t know the name of, and although it is an unconscious transaction, she decides in her distraction that she is As Complete as The Wonder of the World Is. The more I show up for her, the more content she is to be alive.


And so we mother ourselves and yet mothers still come from outside of ourselves too because this is the way of existence. From my own mother, to the earth’s endless gifts, to the phone call I received from a friend, who always sees in my eyes, my words, my creations what I am harboring. Behind words and visuals themselves rests an energy, and she is a seer as I am. She called me last week to remind me of what my soul knows. It was a conversation she had been having with me before the call, signals without words that weren’t making their way through, at least not as easily as other times. I was not actively creating or tending to the channels. I was filling them with debris, with too much noise. So she called me directly and told me to protect myself from becoming an instrument of what does not resonate with me on a deep level. Even my body now wills me to be still, slow and a student of the moment. “Feel your way through” she said and it reminded me of my centipede dreams. We receive signals and expect to get another one right away, but sometimes We Have More Leaning In To Do with the ones we have already received. “What do you want to feel?” she asked, neither looking nor waiting for an answer. “What is in you that you want to grow more of?” (but that one is from me to me), and as a result, to you. Navigate by the answers of these questions.


Ultimately my only goal is to stay aligned with my soul, and everything else is secondary, a just-for-fun-while-I-am-human kind of game, but even those are stemmed from The Aligning itself. I trust that being aligned with my soul’s language is the only ingredient worth stocking up on. Like seasons bring harvest and then hands need to get into the webs of brush and sap and dirt–tending to the nurturing of what my soul beckons for is my only ever-unfolding duty.

The Tending-To both outweighs and stands apart from any outcome, aftermath or consequence of alignment. What follows is never the point. The point is that you are aligning, the point is that there is no point to it except to do it. It is not a means-to-an-end kind of process–it is Thee Process.


Sometimes your power is in your perspective of the world, and it is treasure to be protected, nurtured and shared. May nothing stop you from parading hope, speaking of and believing in the divinity of the damned, speaking life into, leaving love notes on subway seats, locating the lesson in the pressure. Voices may say “there is no such thing”, “the world is a thing to be feared”, “be scared of that, of them, of this” or the biggest lie, “you should stop pretending to be so much magic” and your response should always be to catch the fish and let Your Rounded Popping Yelp of Joy out into the sky, just because it feels good. Roll down the windows and breathe in the smell of rain on grass, just because it feels good. Declare Yourself a Truly Magical Being, just because it feels good (and because it’s true). Hope for goodness to be amplified within all of us, more and more everyday, Just Because It Feels Good, and know that by hoping you are making it so.


We are constantly trying to be sold something. We are beckoned to leave ourselves for a part in a play. How much more impactful, how much more meaning is felt, for all of us to just be where we are, wherever we are, and everywhere we are. Presence creates satchels of seeds, instruments of peace, nourishment promoting vibrancy, voices speaking life into, a blindfolded soul-navigation of sorts. We are future-oriented and then we are hypnotized by yesterdays, and Today Is a Calling Cradle. The urge to be elsewhere, to be someone else, have ownership of, and control over is to forget the acres of seeds under your feet and in your hands. The potential for life, connection, and great peace is in the words you are saying now, the ground you stand on today. Paradise is created–not bought, sold, or out of our reach.


Choose Your Avatar. Social media can be used to our advantage and as a Tool of Change, a vehicle to express beauty, and it is also meant to be given up from time to time too–managed and set down for hours, days, months and sometimes years on end if necessary. And it is necessary–well, I guess it feels very true for me anyway. I know that anything to be ever be created which promotes consumerism, with the ability to spread fear, division or the mockery of the sacred feminine, will ultimately Bow Down to Love–a formula worth memorizing, a reminder of hope.


There is power in saying “this isn’t me” and leaving it where it is at. No need to explain or justify or prove or make sense of it if it just feels “off”, as if a deep part of you does not want to resonate with what is being exuded. Move yourself according to what moves you, to what speaks to the soul of you. You will not always be able to rationalize or explain everything away, and you’re not meant to either. All that matters is that you listen to the voice and trust.

How to Return to Yourself After a Period of Dissociation:

Step 1: Calibrate with the vibration of want you want to feel, with what you enjoy feeling, with what feels soul-satisfying. Find the strength–that ferocious love you have for yourself–in you to cultivate the discipline to take time to calibrate. Step 2: Ask yourself throughout the day these kinds of questions without judgment: How is this sweater making me feel? How does this food make me feel? How is this place making me feel? How does this decision to ________ feel in my body? How is this person’s voice making me feel? How is this activity making me feel inside of my body? Step 3: As the experiment of observing your environment unfolds, you become aware of the things that repel and the things that harmonize with your soul’s vibration, and you naturally find that you start to participate with life differently, speaking more from that soul place, making little and big choices from that soul place, and the world around you follows suit–everything becomes a part of the symphony you are taking the time to calibrate with, and when something does not, it is simply made aware of and by that very awareness it is alchemized, returned or resolved.


If you are in a storm right now, please know that you are on your way out just by being in it. Because of your decision to stay and figure it out, to fight for your soul’s potential of flight, You Are Already a Victor.


There is a great messiness about us humans, yet how bountifully infinite we are as spirit-bodies. There is very real potential for all that is hoped, worked and prayed for–by The Ones with Hearts As Big and As Loud As The Sky–to become actualized. That is how it has always been. That is how it is. There Is a Great Power in the way they hum softly in their houses, hold their hands up to their hearts and say thank-you. And the external circumstances may change, while the spirit-body dances with all that is given, all that arrives, all that is magnetized.

I believe in love. I believe in miracles. I believe in the beauty of this planet and in the beauty of this universe. I believe in the vast and endless beauty within myself. I believe in the vast and endless beauty within us all. I believe that everything is possible.


Alchemy is integrating the shadow–not being rid of it, ex-communicating, banishing or punishing–but using that energy for something good, something that betters yourself and ultimately as a result, the world around you.

For every moment spent ruminating over the hallucinations in our minds, we could try saying: Ok I am noticing my mind wanting to hyper-fixate on and fume over the idea that _____________, and I am going to take the energy that would be used for that drive and Use It for Fuel to go into this direction. And maybe it’s a direction that allows for the frustration to be alchemized via the splatter of paint, or the load of a plated bar on your back. Maybe you sob into your guitar and chords played cause tremors that pull it out of you for awhile.

Maybe you say to it: NO–I don’t like the way you make me feel, you know? So I am going to move my body over here and give goodness to myself even while you keep on–I’m not waiting around for you to stop, because you are not my master, and if I wait I could be waiting around for a lifetime. I am going to teach you how I like to feel with my choices, until you realize it’s good for you too and jump on the the same page.


The consequences of actions hit different when you knew better–when you say “I remember hearing the voice trying to direct, and I remember deciding not to listen”. But then again if it is a cycle returning, maybe you both knew and didn’t know enough. So you collect the effects of your stumblings as they are–the ridges of their backs nestled innocently against your palms, like they were just sent to you, just following your orders, just swimming little things meant to be catalysts, medicine, reminders–and you Form Them Into Beads, to add them to your strand. And you tie the ends again, sealing them with wax and tar. Then slipping your fingers into the figure-8 loop you form, you raise your hands to your chest to say thank-you. Even to the lesson I am grateful. Through the tension I find a way to dance again. May each returned-to cycle bring bounty, expansion, and more and more periods of prolonged peace into my life.


The Day of Venus (IX)

There is no such thing as “one right way”, and there are infinite possibilities.

When a thought or idea comes into focus, if it is insistent on imposing a limitation or shortcoming of any kind, sharpen your knife and prepare to mold it into a delicacy. When it presents itself at your door, say “I’ll be right out” and ask it to have a seat on the porch swing. With a Resting Into Presence, mixed with the persistence of your most stubborn of angels, sit beside it and offer it The Simple Awareness of Yourself. Stay in your heart, take it lovingly by the hand, and Walk Yourself Home.

Your self-imposed “flaws” are Your Greatest Majesties, the very tools that free you. It is in honoring and acknowledging the totality of our experiences that we are unbinded. It is in glorifying the sensation of both light and dark within ourselves, that we are able to dance with the experiences we encounter in each moment.

Observing The Reality of Impermanence will create a resolution within you to really be in every moment as it comes. So I take note of the mauve-rose on my lover’s cheeks, in sync with the mug in her hand. I create a tapestry in my mind, of the way the brown of her eyes is the sun just beginning to be seen on the horizon. I take the moment in like it is the wisdom of a thousand pages. I take it in as A Painting to Remember to Paint one day.

There is only right here and right now. Nobody could ever convince me that “time is running out”–running out of what? <–(after I wrote this I asked myself out loud “What if time is really running in?” and cackled for at least 5 minutes I’ll have everybody know.) Anyway, right now I am in this skin, this room, beside a purple shawl one of my dearest friends gifted me, overdue library books, and Texas cedar ash. I see color, shape, shadow, light. I am here until I am there, and when I’m there I’ll be there too–tending to a fire, sleeping beside a creek, closing my eyes to see.

I am learning how to gracefully exit spaces 
where people seem a little too eager
to spit on the angels,
mock the messengers,
scrunch their noses and deny
the sacredness of even themselves.

There are things that are meant to be felt more than understood. I do feel there are things that when you strive to understand, you get further away from. It is when you loosen and let your body fall into the world–it is never as clear as then.

Everyone will want you to move—to tell the story as they see it should be told, offer you glasses to look through, tell you who to protect, who to follow, what to conceal, pave you a pretty little road—and you must stay right where you are.