The days are blending together since I've been spending so much time outside, navigating some long overdue Blue work, and just kind of traveling through/within blue in the staring into space sense of things.
i have both a lot and absolutely nothing to say. All these years in MA knows good and well today's balmy sunshine is a fluke rather than how it's gonna be for awhile. But it's still spring. And I'm still sucked in. And happy.
because all my friends are coming back.
(today I found lush colonies of chickweed forming at the very edge of the field garden ...)
I can speak truth to power, period. I can speak from the heart without ceding to the belly when under emotional duress. I can speak comfortably with the landscape as a way to release attachment to the personal belief humans should less rather than more of that.
I will speak at greater legnth when those seeking my counsel clearly wish to receive it. I will speak from the place of deep trust I've been heard accurately by those in need of any given piece of information/clarification I'm able to share. I will speak of love more frequently especially when that's the water I'm swimming in.
I can speak of my emotional and psychological damage without inflicting ancillary damage on someone else. I can speak to myself in the spirit of providing good counsel rather than underscoring the victim archetype. I can speak to others without feeling it's my job (even/especially when listeners might not agree and expect/feel entitled to such things) to make sure they're comfortable and copacetic with any given truth that needs to be voiced.
I will speak to myself as tenderly as I wish others would speak to me. I will speak more clearly and consistently in my written journals rather than considering the practice a self-indulgent relic of the past. I will speak to myself in dreams, as I did last night.