i love blooming on time. timing is reverence to what is. i'm open for when it's time for the bud to appear and poke it's curiosity into mid air as i was about to make another appearance. how many buds blossom and for those who haven't appeared yet, you're incubating ever so safely. Nip it in the bud for timing is everything. happy . New. Everything.
Thank you Justice. It came from my soul as I was inspired by your theme of your writing. I think on a deeper level I’m learning to cultivate faith into the sculpting of my being . And feeling the miracle of surrendering into divine timing !!
Oh that’s been my life mission: finding faith inside a conscious presence of ‘MINDBODYSPIRIT’ of being / existing ‘in the moment, that I language my questioning how can I happen to life , where trust meets a space on my energy/portal timeline for embracing the unknown of my future. suddenly appearing in a new present moment , my new future, and not the old. It’s wild the shadow dancing in rel’t.
Love how you celebrated. I, for the first time ever, donned a pair of Christmas pajamas and thick holiday socks on the eve of the 23ed and stayed ib them until the morning of the 26rh. Cuddled with Hamlet, ate good food and also sweets and poured wine at 1 p.m. I was asleep by 8 and up before 6 and skipped my strength training, Then repeated it over December 30 through January 1st! Thanks Justice and Happy 2024.
I'm definitely blooming from a thoroughly-incubated state. Maybe it's more accurate to say the bud is continuing to swell. Swelling slowly suits me. Mounting the spiral stairs into the crow's nest where warmth is contained under the seventeen-foot ceiling, I can finish this comment in the comfort of the floor fitted with mats, blankets and pillows. We put our Dream of Communal Living up for sale. The only comers couldn't let go enough to join a circle. Maybe we couldn't either. So my biggest Work of Art to date will be dismantled and I turn within.
These are wise words for Interesting Times, dear Justice.
..."the bud is continuing to swell." I feel that. Lots to mourn, and lots to celebrate. Good things await you, once again, in the mountains. I feel it. I'm also excited to have you closer. I think in the days ahead we will need each other.
Thank you. Letting go of this beautiful place, so quiet and remote-feeling, is harder than I anticipated. And this house, so perfect for small retreats, yet so expansive in feel and conducive of big visions. Now I have friends, too. People here are maybe warmer and more open than your average "new" bougie Bozemanite.
i love blooming on time. timing is reverence to what is. i'm open for when it's time for the bud to appear and poke it's curiosity into mid air as i was about to make another appearance. how many buds blossom and for those who haven't appeared yet, you're incubating ever so safely. Nip it in the bud for timing is everything. happy . New. Everything.
"Timing is reverence to what is." I love this , so elegantly said.
Thank you Justice. It came from my soul as I was inspired by your theme of your writing. I think on a deeper level I’m learning to cultivate faith into the sculpting of my being . And feeling the miracle of surrendering into divine timing !!
...'the sculpting of my being' mmmhm, sounds familiar! And what else are we to find faith in?
Oh that’s been my life mission: finding faith inside a conscious presence of ‘MINDBODYSPIRIT’ of being / existing ‘in the moment, that I language my questioning how can I happen to life , where trust meets a space on my energy/portal timeline for embracing the unknown of my future. suddenly appearing in a new present moment , my new future, and not the old. It’s wild the shadow dancing in rel’t.
Love how you celebrated. I, for the first time ever, donned a pair of Christmas pajamas and thick holiday socks on the eve of the 23ed and stayed ib them until the morning of the 26rh. Cuddled with Hamlet, ate good food and also sweets and poured wine at 1 p.m. I was asleep by 8 and up before 6 and skipped my strength training, Then repeated it over December 30 through January 1st! Thanks Justice and Happy 2024.
That sounds like s cozy way to move through the holiday!
I'm definitely blooming from a thoroughly-incubated state. Maybe it's more accurate to say the bud is continuing to swell. Swelling slowly suits me. Mounting the spiral stairs into the crow's nest where warmth is contained under the seventeen-foot ceiling, I can finish this comment in the comfort of the floor fitted with mats, blankets and pillows. We put our Dream of Communal Living up for sale. The only comers couldn't let go enough to join a circle. Maybe we couldn't either. So my biggest Work of Art to date will be dismantled and I turn within.
These are wise words for Interesting Times, dear Justice.
..."the bud is continuing to swell." I feel that. Lots to mourn, and lots to celebrate. Good things await you, once again, in the mountains. I feel it. I'm also excited to have you closer. I think in the days ahead we will need each other.
Thank you. Letting go of this beautiful place, so quiet and remote-feeling, is harder than I anticipated. And this house, so perfect for small retreats, yet so expansive in feel and conducive of big visions. Now I have friends, too. People here are maybe warmer and more open than your average "new" bougie Bozemanite.
Oh, well! AMOR FATI !!