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October 14, 2017 / Grace Lucille

I’m the wound that never goes away,
the scar where humanity was cut from the side of the divine
and has been blindly searching for home ever since.

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×*#.%\÷\×)'?:. Like yeah, so, when I was feeling super sick and congested earlier this week (during peak autumn color and perfect weather, dammit) I did have a sudden comforting thought that I would probably feel amazing after recovering from the sickness. It's a pattern. I think its scientific or something. Experiencing sickness can or is a way of detoxing your system of junk it needs to release anyway. This is definitely a pattern for me. I gain a new spark for life, new inspiration, etc., after recovering from illness. So I was thinking (hoping!!) the same thing would happen this time.

It's taken me a long time but I think I finally figured something out that has more or less been obvious without being obvious.

There is an innate intelligence that resides in our bodies which doesn't originate in the mind. An intelligence of senses and energetic resonance.

I kept planning to harvest some yarrow this summer, since it grows quite prolifically here, and it's a wonderful plant for uterine health. I mostly wanted to use it for pelvic steaming.

My energy flows in completely unpredictable ways. And I have been learning to go with what compels me when the invitation arrives. It is a portal into what I can do in that moment, specific energy for specific activity. That energy cannot be spent elsewhere, it will lose all its power and then I won't be able to get anything done at all. Answer the specific invitations in the moment they are extended.

It feels like a waste of time

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