top of page

Living in reservation

God at the Kitchen Sink

Beyond personal reserves and boundaries and reservations of the mind and heart exists all of creation. Waiting for each of us to rise into our hallowed nature where we are planted.

Where we are planted is not a permanent state. Seeds of self can scatter far. Roots may spread wide and touch many.

What you think you know and what you really know; who you think you are and who you really are, are not too far from each other but until you’re ready to pivot into the latter, you will struggle. The impermanence of that knowledge is it’s nature. Impermanence is nature and this way of being is rooted in that.

The fear of losing freedom or giving away your power is only that–fear. You don’t yet know what it feels like to be free or know your own power. Both are locked up in the lines of personal…

View original post 38 more words

0 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Firmament...Say it out loud Doesn't it sound when it rolls from the tongue like something solid underneath the feet A place that births bursts of light, sweet green things? The kind of thing or place

bottom of page