Practicing My Evolutionary Tools
I inquire about perceptions above and below the line separating vital creativity from stagnation.
Observing a clear line inside me and shifting my attention in a life-affirming direction was a relief; until I became a bit too sharp with it.
Sometimes my mind is a dictator coldly looking down and sorting to affirm and dismiss at will. I can no longer condone such measures. It hurts.
Within me, I practice including my energies home in my loving attention: the domineering and the docile, the fearful and the sad, the wholeness and the brokenness, and most of all falling in love with my instinctual movements: rich, honest, and pregnant with primal power to ebb and surge and bloom within, a healing weave which makes everything new.
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| Photo by Paige Mills-Haag |
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