the liminal season

I’m beneath the purple twinkle lights sipping coffee while wearing a sweatshirt emblazoned with a skeleton sitting in a crescent moon…drinking coffee.

A few nights ago, I sat in the trees with friends and drank hibiscus tea.

It is the season of mugs and herbs and skulls, but still warm enough that the summer people are still wearing their summer clothes.

The liminal season before the fall.

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on the water

It’s gloomy and wet here today as Ida’s remnants reach us, but I don’t mind gloomy.

I spent fourteen hours in bed yesterday. I somehow injured my back and the pain was so severe it caused me to become nauseated. I’m better this morning, but not 100 percent, so I’m doing a lot of deep breathing.

I’m not entirely surprised my month is ending this way. I have felt so depleted - mentally, physically, emotionally exhausted, and time has sped up! Hasn’t it? Does anyone else feel like it’s going by super fast?

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the light of pure essence

We are born into this world as pure essence.

If we could see the wholeness of our being, we would see that we are spheres of light.

We know who we are because we are nothing but who we are and who we are is love.

But immediately upon our birth, perhaps even before, other energies begin to inform us. Our family members, friends, community members - culture at large - tell us stories about who we are and why we are here and what we should be and shouldn’t be.

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