THIS IS CRUCIAL
I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts,
and they floated light as moths
among the branches of perfect trees.----
By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
Last week I fell into my heart. I was tender. Too tender. I cried for multiple hours each day. No joke. My heart was broken open so wide, I lost myself.
We are now a global society, we have glimpses of the depth and volume of suffering and tragedy happening to our human family around the world. It's too much for our hearts to bear at once, or without feeling supported/grounded. We need to feel touched enough to take action, but not so much so that we are immobilized in grief, which is where I found myself.
So I called in the earth, the ground, and a whole lot of people I love who also love me, so that helped! Because my peeps, along with my myself, are my ground! I spent a lot of time getting my body underneath me, to support my heart. I got down on the ground and let the body of the earth, support my body, to support my broken heart. I called in the heartbeat of the earth to beat with mine, to hold mine and praise goddess, it helped.
Here's the gesture I made up in Friday's Rise & Thrive :Movement Medicine class that we played with, and I've been dancing with it ever since. Try it out, see if it helps. And once again, get your ass in the grass. That always helps.